Post by misterpoet on Feb 3, 2007 7:13:59 GMT
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i stand, looking in the dusky room
where the sun slices through shadows;
it has its own clairvoyant gloom.
breaking into afternoon, the outside booms
into a bright silhouette picturesque meadow…
i stand, looking in the dusky room.
two different worlds loom
in one place, though separated by a window -
it has its own clairvoyant gloom.
( in the corner, where water leaks, grows a mushroom
showing eerie from its phosphorescent glow.
i stand, looking in the dusky room. )
and hours pass, when night lays his tomb,
both worlds now barely show -
i stand, looking in the dusky room,
it has its own clairvoyant gloom.
