Through the thinking-glass

Stood by the window, my dull
Body radiated feebly
As the glassy autumnal sun
Shone sharp. Both femurs
(Supposedly the strongest
Bone) wrinkled under the pressure
Above. Motion is unnatural
But satisfying. Ah! Somebody
Walks past. Figures seldom enter
The frame without gazing through,
Sharing glances. I lower my head
Allowing the doorway grazed on top
To shine inconspicuously.

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