A glare off

A glare off
That window pane
Fracturing
Light's long laborious travels

That smell of black
tar
rising
steam

Light / Heat
concrete as
ocean blue seas and
sky

Words shaken and
piled upon that old
oak table

Thoughts pressed
Upon us all;
gravity

expressing
elements
within
A/An/The
sphere

on that
8th grade
periodic table