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American Room
An open door, light
hung in portrait, vibrant
between a frame
made
of
perception, consciousness, such a process
by which we become, perhaps more
complex than any
other
known commodity, as light condensed vibrates in the room.
And it sometimes
seems
like
everything
is
sacred.
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