bottle of glass

i am in a bottle of glass.
the handful of breath here
makes a persistent effort
to mingle with its kin
on the other side.
over a period of time
i have succeeded
in staring across the glass
without actually looking at
what lies there.
it has taken long
for me to turn it into
an empty gaze.
everything is now
like a painting
on the wall.
i am in a house
full of beautiful paintings.
i can sleep well.