this moment
someone feels the discomfort
of an enclosure
it used to be
a mode of security
a protection
from the harm that
the wind outside
may cause
on the skin
this moment
has become an imprisonment
the darkness waits
wanting to get in
the windows like eyes
want to see
what darkness brings
the enclosure takes in
but never gives up
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