Rooms Poem by John Prophet

Rooms



Rooms.
Existence
is full.
Full
of rooms.
Different
sizes.
Different
shapes.
Different
times.
From
one
to the
other.
Once
done
with one,
on to
the next.
Through
the
passageway
darkly
the trip
flows.
Many rooms.
Many
existence's.
Much
to see.
Much
to learn.
One
go around
not nearly
enough.

Rooms
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