Room 121

January 30, 2015

Show me secret symbols in the vigil’s starlit dome,
sublimate the marrow of things done undone and thought;
make me realize for good how empty that one room was
how empty it’s without you, a chorus could now croon
but this is no pop song night nor the room wants love at all
cos sundry deaths are springing – are springing towards us.

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