I walk through wide empty hall at the top of grand
staircase limestone floors echo my footsteps elegant
string quartet playing a slow hymn at one end of the
large atrium at the bottom of the stairs and I look
down wondering where I am in my subconscious
everything so white and important so I keep walking
until I come to a panelled room door open and I look
inside the familiar furnishings recognizing that this is
my father’s empty office
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