Cross stitch the Slanted Horizon

Pitted glass,
colly blue rain
suffocates, thick
 viscous
matter.

The stain,
 of yesterday's
 sorrow,
imperfectly learned,  
 restates itself behind  
a windowless
fortress.
 
Eyepiece fits snug,  
into your socket,
black enameled  
kaleidoscope
 photographs   , turn

in a fixed
cyclic order, someone
 who once looked like
you  
smiles falling out of place  
Hope,

stolen,  sullen barricaded
below the slanted horizon.  
 stalled,  behind
pitted glass when
colly blue rain
falls .