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Quiet Hotel Wait

Could it be this hotel room
has become a home,

that in its sparseness
and electrical hum,

a home,
that I could never be,
from this time on,
separated from?

and the chatter and laughter
of all their voices outside,

is as another species,
completely benign,
with no reason to encounter.

and the Spirit and matter
of all thought and experience
in this life of everyone,

is just as foreign and contained,
as all the traffic and building
all ceaselessly beyond the window.

here I am in slow survival,
a dormant expense;

yet always is there a revival,
and a return to the Expanse.
Written by jIMNUT_rOARIN
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