LE RÊVE DE LA CHAMBRE

the room
so much

wanted
to get outside

of itself
always its dream

its windows were
constantly telling

of the world
they looked upon

but this was just
a story to the room

it envied the furniture
which came and went

telling of adventures
and other lives

that they had lived
almost as interesting

as the room's humans
who also came and went

with great regularity
as if there were a constant

crop of them
face after face

tomorrow was
demolition day

maybe there was
a new life to be had

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One day the room was beside itself it was so eager to get outside itself but then the next day it had no self and was no longer a room just empty space with only the memory of itself standing in the air. I hope it is enjoying itself in its new occupation as a a breeze and a piece of sky.