I awake with the heart thumping in my bosom
And eyes fancy the darkness coiling
I know what ignites it
The house of light extinguished
To dwell on its presence
Stripped of my compass
I stare at vacant walls
To imagine its myriad colours
Thriving in its lap each day
In the middle of nowhere
There I exist.
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