Enjoying the View

THE WINDOW

I see a window beyond which
Blackness swells and calls and rolls
To a rhythm of its own making
And there in the midst of the blackness
A light, curved and swollen
Like a hive ready to burst
And the light pulses and throbs and glows
To a rhythm of its own making
I see the window and beyond
But cannot penetrate the glass

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