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In the Next Room
The best feeling in the world -
escaping into the boundless bounds
of soundless sounds, glistening nightmare,
Darkness… Reaching forth endlessly.
Neither falling nor flying -
living nor dying.
Equilibrium in tact
with the will to terror
expelled by nothingness,
convened – converted
Visage of the abyss,
heart beat land mines
of suspension.
And a breath caught
like never dying in a dream.
White light room
apparently empty
in color unfolding
like apparitions.
We must be alone again.
But then we aren’t.
Because -
She is doing craft filled activities in the next room.
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