14/4/1912
piano music drips down the stairwells
sharp splinters of laughter
I imagine the tinkling chandeliers
glowing couples whirling across the floor
and I sit
when the great clock is ready
the jolt is unspectacular
I know these flickering lights and
the stillness before time resumes
and the music strikes up
and the dancing goes on
while I wait
for the hurrying footsteps and
echoing voices past my room
a book slides off a table
the dance speeds up
while I wait
till it bursts through the door
as cold and black as I knew it would be
now the running has stopped
the voices are stilled in great ship’s sigh
and I sit
why should I run
I have always been here
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