In my pocket is a magnifying glass
A clear thing wrapped in plastic
I don't know where I got it from
but I carry it around wherever I go
Sometimes I put it up against walls
Trying to spy on others hearts
Sometimes upon passing specimens
of all varieties
When I look out at molecules and planets
I can suffer the weight
this information spreads
But when I turn the thing about
turn it upon this here breathing presence
the weight buckles
eclipses any forward resolve
Am I a bullet
in the wind
A bullet
with collapsing weight
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