A dreaming child peers into a little glass dome

Where snow falls upon a tiny world:

A mountain, a forest, a tunnel, a village, a train 

A kingdom where there is safety and love

He cradles it in his hand lest it be lost

Among the emotional wreckage of lying adults 

Cold pizza, unexplained screams from the other room

300 channels of satellite tv

A beaten child peers into that magic dome

And wishes that somehow it might be his home

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