Poetry: Architecture
A room with deciduous walls betrays
The expectations of hauled feet, pushed
Through distance towards safe ground.
Unsteady murmurs, now hushed,
And gently patterned, join waves That resonate in lithe air. The waning sound
Of breath and function slowly calms
The song to fade, and the light that cuts
Down all other senses is naturally laid.
This bright shine is a conqueror of space. It routes Its way through narrow canyons with arms
Of stray ambivalent energy made
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