The Windows
In these darkened rooms, where I spend
Oppresive days, I pace to and fro
To find the windows. When a window
Opens, it will be a consolation.
But the windows cannot be found, or I cannot
Find them. And maybe it is best that I do not find them.
Maybe the light will be a new tyranny.
Who knows what new things it will reveal.
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