Permanent

The exquisite is in storage

Behind a maze of doors

Some leading to nowhere, Some to hellish rooms

I don’t wander too far in

Without being brought back where I started

But the light is always leaking out

In one way or another

It catches my eyes when they are open

Usually I am sleeping

Dreaming of things that aren’t real

The man said this might be permanent

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