the center
of a cold, wooden floor,
lost in random patterns
of light,
I listlessly
stare
at surrounding gray walls
as shafts of broken radiance
emerge
from sun- stained
glass,
scintillating
across
white desk,
rebounding
from a water- spotted
mirror.
Flickering light
dances as
each forgotten
hour blurs past.
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