Where the seasons grow and then dissipate
Expanding, contracting liminal state
To the sound of the lonely violin,
where did you travel to, where have you been?
Did you take a trip to the foreign east?
Or else is the hole-in-the-wall your home?
The closet with the naked light bulb beast
Caligula was the best man for Rome
He, at least, was clearly present for them
You were too busy with your face in th'rim
You were locked away to forget the past
As if this instant was your very last
The wind blowing and world turning
Stumbling home where the light bulb's still burning.
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