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The sun splits into countless squares, softly seeping
thru curtain, knit-tight, ancient,
on left hind leg of chair, a teapot, bored,
fruitflies, askew mirror, spoons, unswept floor
where somewhere lies
a worthless bottle
and bowl of de-hydrated rice.
For days on end, time loomed from tiny squares,
ramming on the dirty window panes, echoing
Royalty, claiming, indiscriminately, royal notice,
one can tell;
The feet retreat, but still one meets
the shapeless face one dreads to see,
a brutal ...