The Glazier
I am the glazier
I love my transparent work
I eat water and sand
Break into sharp pieces
Keep outside out
To keep inside in
I'm driving past your house
I've fallen into shards
I've punctured the rubber
I will cut it to measure
I emit my glossy stare
I prepare my knife
Avoid contact with the surface
Identified many cracks
Carbonized, rigid
I will not tolerate these smears
I'm shattered when you touch me
I get smashed every morning
I see you dressing under the skylight
I have opaque motives
I cause the rain to run in rivulets
I'm answering your call
I'm here to look at your windows
I'm here to look through your windows
I'm here to look over your windows
I'm here to look into your windows
I'm never seen completely
I have never been bulletproof
I am never lonely
I am always here
I am always waiting
Call me mr. glass
