A long week

It has been a long week. Fatigue, confusion, pespiration. Think of the glass that cracks the glimmer of light (illuminating the spatial suspension of dust) that passes through the small gap between the thick curtains.

Flip it around and let noone see. The dancing mockery that hops from one fragment to the next. "Can't touch this" The mid 80s track skips and replays in the head, " ha ha ha" the vinvyl added.
But now, no more wandering, slam me back on track ya? Think of the glass that cracks the glimm... no no, think of the glowy suspension of dust.
Spiral up and down like bubbles in a fish tank. once in a while, see that shadow? goldfish nope catfish. Catfish they tell me,but pomfret that swims in my eyes.

Let me swim in your eyes as you swim in mine.