I wandered in the twilight, the twilight zone
Like an errant cavalier wander I
Where I should not have wandered.
But now
But now
Now that in the twilight zone I wandered
Between one page and another of the book
Without turning a new leaf and yet
Having finished the present page
With nothing to do.
Like a caged bird am I. - And yet
There is a pleasure in the new ennui
I never felt before.
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