From Inside this Bright Room

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From inside this bright room
I cannot see
through windows black
how the good night looms.

Through the clatter of keyboard,
cool, blue screen glows,
my words are dancing
across fields of new snow . . .

but reality waits
in the warm liquid night,
where flows living rivers
of endless delight,

washing me clean
make me ready to dream.

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