• Vol. 02
  • Chapter 12
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“And It’s All Over Now…”

What plans I had to prosper
my chair.

Place this chair I said in such a house
and the chair will be
an established chair
chair of wisdom and insight and of counsel
chair with a future and a hope
but while I was speaking

the carpet eloped with the cupola
the crockery and cutlery ran away together
all the rugs were raptured but one and the roof tiles
fell and stacked themselves in piles around my chair.

Now until the house crumbles there will be
gleams of each day’s morning noon and night
lightly looking into the abandoned room
through the empty spaces.