It's quiet round these parts
Parcels of sound unopened
In the hollow foyer
Marble pillars reflect
A latent light
Crisp through revolving
Doors in the dawn
A certain sharpness
Of the senses
Aligning neurons
In the mind's caverns
Focuses the spectrum
On one line of paper
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