There, into the many,
Bouncing off walls floors
Ceilings, there
In the white hall,
Splendid marble busts
In coves all similarly
White
Alone,
Wandering the
Edges of the plaster
Grandeur
Cove tops the gilded
Gold of the frames holding
An hour of blood work
A life of toil,
A sampling
Of the fibre
Of a soul
Kept
On display
Forever
Tells
A story
Makes a foil