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I live in rooms
housed in the interior,
some just small
cells cut into bone,
spaces barely big enough
to fit a soul. 

Others offer more
with sweeping views
of oceans, mountains, waterfalls
spilling endlessly over
sun drenched escarpments
and long corridors leading 
to nowhere and everywhere
with mirrors splitting the mind 
into light.

There are rooms groaning
under the weight of books,
learnings spun like sticky webs
that hold me trussed up
like prey. Heavens caught 
in words and given wings 
to float across time, 
monuments brushed
by immortality and symphonies 
so moving as to be
a breath away from pain.

Then there are
dark places with no windows
or doors, musty chambers
for the fallen and racks 
stretched across nights where 
a Grand Inquisitor exacts
confessions and sentences
the condemned to hell. 

A lifetime has been spent inside
these rooms of my own making, 
looking out onto a world set
by seasons which have 
slowly seeped through 
and worn away the walls
of my home.

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