Glasshouse from Unquintessence by Dust Harvesting

Feels like something more then us has died.
Feels like we were part of something great
And complex and now it's
No more with us.

We will never truly understand
How lucky we were when we entered
This confinement
Behind glass walls.

Time was divided in two halves.
Days of each were like one day
Duplicated
In cruel way.

When we're done with our
Daily deeds we are
Left to
Our own devices.

Think of meaningless
And enter
Brand new day.
The day...

...When the rain poured down we
Parted ways to the
Shining sun and sparkling
Freedom.

We were all as one in
Our longing. Our
Hope was channelled to this
Very day.

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