The Crack Across the Pane

"once the glass had cracked three times it didn't crack again"

Because seeing will always feel
Just a bit of an illusion
(It's actually more of a gloss,
An annotated summary

Of the light), and seeing through things,
Water, glass, scrims, transparencies,
To other things we can't see through
Haunts us with the ghost of a trick,

A mirror's a demon window,
And only a cracked window feels
Honest, sorrow fairly come by,
Distorting candidly, a thought

That things can't go on much longer
Although so far they somehow do.