The door is closed
The blackout blacks out
The finest pinpoint
Of light or spout
Wander of bass
Slow the rhythms fold
No walls to touch
No chains to hold
Accustomed to nought
Nought is lost
Unless you count
The time you cost
Therapeutic introspection
Images roll
Scroll through wasted years
Memories unfold
The door opens
Into night
Into nowhere
Further than sight
The blackout
Blacks out the night
Now the finest pinpoint
Shapes the shapeless flight
Burn the acorns
Crush the leaves
In the darkness
Sight deceives
The time is now
Over hollow floors
That we receive
The open chamber door
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