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when sunlight is too bright
When sunlight is too bright- the way they shaped this room
it blazes on the wall, on every wall.
No tapestry can dull it. They are burning.
It shines like a scream, cutting the morning.
Beneath it, they can hear the pound and pause of key,
but do not inquire. Am I not violent enough?
They sit with shades drawn, while I, yes,
I can see the grasses.
They are no reward.
They, in their freshness, feel the dew
only as morning and more morning.
When sunlight is too bright- the way they shaped this room
it blazes on the wall, on every wall.
No tapestry can dull it. They are burning.
It shines like a scream, cutting the morning.
Beneath it, they can hear the pound and pause of key,
but do not inquire. Am I not violent enough?
They sit with shades drawn, while I, yes,
I can see the grasses.
They are no reward.
They, in their freshness, feel the dew
only as morning and more morning.