ANOTHER ROOM
I remember only this,
now, so far removed in place and time:
great windows framed the stars,
the clock unwound its primal rhyme,
the ballad of the hours
passing, and a Judas kiss
from a new moon smiling bright
betrayed the night.
Memory decays; only a sense remains
of emptiness, of spectrum drift
across the universe of that room.
I’m lost amongst stars, my red shift
fading in the half-gloom
between the moon and dawn. It drains
to grey, the darkness and through haze
somewhere, in another room, a piano plays.
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9:06:53 PM 
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