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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