Love Room

Though I love
Though I am inclined to sin(g)
Though Pontevin's Spirit still
dances (inside of me)
Though my words hang above my
head like a halo or
a crane
I am still confined to the three rooms I have made.

There is a room without
windows or lights
And I can only go in when
t h e d o o r o p e n s
But I can never see what is inside.

There is a room of
stolen gold that is
Locked so nobody else might
steal it backfromme.

There is a room I
tried to burn away once (look how it
only dulls the bright colors of my
eyes / look
how the ashes settle
in the spaces under my eyes).

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