Passing through doors
Entering, exiting rooms
Walls of mirrors
in an old house
Days of carnivals
coats of black-
silver paint, peeling
the torrent
of complaint
the movie reel rolls
petty angers
yellow disappointments
the daughter passes
through a turnstile
of blue time
eyes embrace
arms behold
a broad space
high ceilings of
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