The Room
August 7, 2010
Touching softly
Every inch
Fingers dragging
Careful, focused
As high and as low
Covering it all
And suddenly…
A corner
Where this wall meets
Its companion
Stretched out
Repeating
Every previous step
On this new plane
And repeatedly
Twice more
Soon to find
That every inch
Is like every other inch
And each flat surface
Like the one that preceded it
Nothing else
Not a sign of light
No cracks
No windows
No doors
No way out
Of the room
~wbv
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