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A poet will write at the level that they can see and imagine at, so go explore the possibilities of sooooooooooooooo much more.

I sit in a room of walls with no openings
There is no window to let the light in from day
And there is no door to walk out at night
A chair of wood stands in one corner
And the only other thing left is a metal bed
In the dark I have learned to seek out
In the depth of a memory
For in a room so small my limitations
Have made it easy to get around
And to get absorbed into nothing at all

Now in the construction of my mind
My room has a window and a door
Oh light so bright that the walls have color
And the brass bed is polished so
That my mirrored reflection now shines
With the knotted oak rocking chair
I can now sit looking
At a picture now hang on the wall
Of a scene so powerful it comes to life
And as the day comes in the window
Peering will bring the stars of the evening
To wonder about the eternity of outer space
And after days of stimulations
You see your garden growing outside

And as I finally put my attention on the door
I realize no that my room has grown so much more
That once I open this gateway …
That the room will become so small in magnitude
For the world has a lot to offer
When you leave your room
Of all walls and no light
To explore the possibilities
To inquire about the mysteries
And to grow in life’s pleasures
That nature has so abundantly put there
For you to picture inside you
To create from a mind
Now freely able to think, floating on its own

D.Lester Young (12/4/01)
Tuscaloosa, AL
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