Smooth lines of marble in a room
with too little air and too much light.
I wonder if the statues breathe better
at night when they can’t be seen.

What power of man can hold us in place
and feel stripped bare without mercy
while we crave more of the same?

The garden is just outside
if we can push ourselves through the gate.


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