Brittle Bullets and Gaol

I worked and it stayed
though a day’s bright sun
passed low ‘cross the sky
Took no heed to disperse
and let us live our lives

still frozen, still chained
a lifeless 2D
a brief breathless beauty
outdone its welcome
too sharp

count colourless crystals
cold, cutting
to sleep listless –
no,

lifeless –
as death.