
In these darkened rooms , where I spend
oppressive days , I pace to and fro
to find the windows . — When a window
opens , it will be a consolation . –
But the windows cannot be found , or I cannot
find them . And maybe it is best that I do not find them .
Maybe the light will be a new tyranny .
Who knows what new things it will reveal .
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