The Glass Ceiling

By Bracha Ebriani

Climbing the wall upside down
handstands in a hallway out

there, glass-like,
clear stars light skylights.

To see what

a crooked, golden 

majestic fishing hook 

looks like,

You drop a rope
to the crisp clanned moon,
the silent cymbals on a chandelier,
a skyrocket for the universe.

Looking down at the sky,
you dangle by the ground,
resplendent, as the earth's stretched neck
shimmers with a chain of melting gold.

Aye, glasses really make
delusions more clear.

While the the world is set on you,

drop the sky lights,

and take a look upside down

at the city law.

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