Colors, clothes, the passing
Of the hours,
The thumping of the
Fingers,
The rails moving,
Shutters lifted,
All sounds,
All sorts of sound
Now
That Dawn has risen:
And
I
I in the middle
Dazed, aghast,
Confused and angry
Looking without
Looking.
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