The Room
There is a room
in my mind I keep sealed.
It has no windows
and the only light
is a small red lamp
that gives off a tense aura.
I have seen the same
red glow in films bathing
the inside of submarines.
I feel the pressure push
against the walls and hear
a clock tick off time,
counting down towards
something unknown.
I hear the world
passing overhead
and brace for the burst.
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