He Breaks His Teeth on Morning Glass

He breaks his teeth on morning glass
and in the morrow, Sun
will greet him with splendid indifference
upon this man
who ekes a living in solitude
a deep rooted fear
he is unaccustomed to
lays his self out to rest
bare and borrowed
he neither flinches nor flakes
when the prodding rod enters
but touch the delicate nerve
in his heart
and all doors shut closed
but never locked
be delicate with the man
who cuts his teeth with glass
he knows too much pain
and is only interested in your stories


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