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WOLVES ON THE WINDOWSILL (REPRISE) (28/10/2023) back Among burned artifacts and broken hourglasses, Broken glass crunching under your feet, I assure you that whatever is meant to be, will be, The cosmos is more fair than I believed. Because as my chest swells with breath, So does the magma spilling out of the earth. But it was unintentional. I'm waiting steadily and patiently, now, For a crunch on broken-glass floor followed by silence. It isn't safe to rest here, but it's been hours, And the wolf is calling, and his call is getting louder. But I'm sure he can be reasoned with. So I agree, it can be all brushed aside this time, Glass that breaks stays broken, snow-like dust, Gets into your skin, under your skin, slowly, draws blood, Once made up a window you drew curtains across nightly. I can't tell you what will happen at midnight, You're not concerned with speculating, either. But nothing could happen at midnight. For everything I no longer have, everything sacrificed (or stolen), For the broken glass and cracked earth, for the ghosts in my skull, You decided a long time ago that you didn't need To keep the windows secured and the doors locked at night. Those sorts of things just don't happen, it wouldn't happen, Or perhaps you decided that it didn't matter either way. But everyone makes mistakes. And he keeps waiting, he knows it's worth the wait. He knows it's getting dark, he knows it's getting tired. But- The wolf is calling, his call is getting louder, can you feel his breath? One of you Won't be walking out of here.