I walked with a circle
A company of light
Who glowed in their mischief
And lit my boredom bright
Lightly shadows slip past
Enter and exeunt my head
To paint and daub the canvas
With colours they still shed
Whence my feet hath trodden
The hallway looms ahead
To walk straight up and take a left
Or take a right instead?
Tomorrow I leave to gain reprieve
From the odd world I understand
And till my return, may it yet burn
For a chapter of my loving hand.
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