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Inside the room where the final moments of sunlight
Intercepting the foundation of the curved ceiling cast
Separated lines that crawl across to an eventual death.

In the coming night where inside the peaceful head
Thoughts that could fire away and dismay the collected
Preconceived notions that all is exterior as it is accepted.

We're but imperfect copies of the perceived world
Longing for transmission from the intercepting area
Where in theory the perfect origins manipulate shining
Rules to bend and reconfigure the rhythm of sight.

I can smell the must of the many years of shadows
Developing to dissipate in the even greater darkness
In which the invisible territory that places laws upon all
Registers hierarchy in place of nature.

The dark outline of human shape against the wall
Where as another crawls to fasten shape inside
The already established.