When the great doors
of sleep closed behind me
I was in a picture
of the grand gallery
the exits were sealed
and there was no sound
I came to a well
how did this get here
the water smelled bitter
but I drank it anyway
why go back now
to rebuild ruins
centuries ignored
bones of a lost responsibility
the history of perception
so that by the time I was
ready to spend the night
in the highest chamber
in dreamless sleep
I knew how hard the lovers
who made me had worked
to salvage something
they were losing fast.
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