bullets carved thwarted solitude
solemn dark drapes
shut in the room
glowing outline inverted by the slight light
able to pass through
offered a hand touched soft twilight
the end of the day...
at night..marauding monsters insane and choking
faded into mist
blue mist, comforting patterns of flowers
able to pass through
or fall into dreaming
by a rocking chair
a slightly warm breeze
there on unfolding vistas of slumber
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