On Contemplating a Room

I align myself with length,
because it is greater than width,
and time unknowingly becomes my ally.


Here,
I can administer silence
to wandering plants and children
who find open spaces
much less familiar
than best-selling titles
like Such a Long Journey.


Because I know that length is what counts
when you belong to the higher strata
of fathers and forests alike.


But to escape,
to move for an instant,
quicker than perimeter,
impervious to the prophets
of multiplication.


Still.
During the blackest moments
a window has to offer,
the sky is the limit
and the stars the width of diamonds.


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