There is a clearing in the room,
in all the rooms,
a relaxing of impressions,
no one to witness.
But something is closing in,
cutting brightness to a sliver,
an eclipsed remnant.
Something is opening up,
overexposed,
washed into radiant impenetrability.
in all the rooms,
a relaxing of impressions,
no one to witness.
But something is closing in,
cutting brightness to a sliver,
an eclipsed remnant.
Something is opening up,
overexposed,
washed into radiant impenetrability.