The Vast Hall Poem by Hans Ostrom
The Vast Hall
Another group has rented
the vast hall here. We must leave.
We didn't know this day would come.
We knew a day would.
Yes, of course I'm confused
and afraid, as if I'd been hollowed
out and panic had been poured in.
I'm also greedy for more time
in this grand space. That's so small
of me. A door will open,
and a door will close. The simplicity
of it is appalling.
hans ostrom 2017
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