As a room you know
Even at midnight
Walk through effortlessly
By sense, not sight
Passing unscathed between
Table and chair
Faultlessly aware of ledge and bowl
Of flower and vase
Moving unerringly
Without fear or pause
To the desk with it's open book
Paper knife and book mark
As this room I would have you know me...
Even in the dark.
Saturday, July 3
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