you look out the glass pane
as your own face is reflected back and forth
as your voice echoes back and forth
in the fragile wind
you can see the world
but you can only see
as you fingers press hard against the transparent block
and they can only press
you can only hear
as your ears are flush against the colourless wall
sounds of your breathing echoing
in the fragile world
you can only hear yourself
so you scream
and the world shatters around you like the fragile wind and your voice is out to the world raging like storms and blazing like fire and the glass shatters and finally finally
you fall out the window
the fine line is really just a window.