Bandroom (poem)

The Bandroom

Sunlight peaking through the insulation
Scattering fading rays over the roof
The room is breathing
swaying to and fro
Can't you hear the tin foil dangling from the walls
Draped in mats
Tape hung from the overhead patches of foam
down to the beds head
We've been given a place to be
Slightly below sea level
Now colors fade faster
But the criss-cross pattern of the foam still sticks out at us
To get here you descend
Just a couple steps of stone
In a flashing stride
It might take time
To accept what you are given
You see the end is always the start
Arrival is Expedition
Just the glowing rays from the jewell box sun to talk too
Until new winds blow the way clear
We sit and wait for that day








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