In Part

Before me as a flickering lamp

persisting unextinguished

Amidst chilling drafts rising through gaps

worn between seasoned floor boards

Your serenity is the platform

on which each of my steps land

Illumining the immediate

Dank darkness that surrounds me

For the windows in this house contain

Glass through which we see only


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