at the drapes upon the wall
Oh behind that royal cloth
lies so many hideous things
Beyond the pane there is nothing
but blinding fires
The stinging breath of the sky
so heavy upon your neck
And the unfinished shapes on people's faces
curving unnaturally, never to make a circle alone
Yes, indeed, the glass remains
as my only protection from it all
Let the drapes dangle, hugging each other
so that I may take a road quite taken
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