The room
A room of draft and shadow
Of cobweb and tomorrow
And yesterdays of a thousand
-yesterdays ago,
Fit me like a snail-shell
Roaming round the gardens-well
Oh room of Grey December light!
Here my bones grow dusty light.
As light as darkness,
In the night
poem by Mark Heathcote
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