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There was within a certain night, A twinkling, blinking, shining light. The curtains blew open With fury unheard, Unrested pallor To cover dreams absurd. It was early morning as he stretched, Uncertain from intermittent rest. The things unseen were now most troubling, All sound the same. He had seen a thing undefinable, A concious acceptance Of things unacceptable. He tried to read yet the letters trembled, Refusing to be captured. All touch a lost sense. Hollow wind rang through this room, Essence more than solidity's gloom. He lay there, clinging to any thought. " I shall wear this, I shall be this. Materials must not wither as do I." Further crept the chill, Seeking change. There was a movie, Too long to mention, similar to his life. He must get out For he had read these things once Within an artwork pale enough to draw hate, Shallow enough to go unnoticed. He closed his mind to keep the chill from dying. There was no window. Thoughts flooded in from someplace He wished he knew. All action of media had been covered For these few scant minutes. Rain was soon to come. She was there, Somewhere in the outside. The car had parked, idling. All this would be lost. " I want them to know they fall. I knew those eyes, whimsical. I knew those sighs, as they began. But this is now and that was then." |