Always fun when
A window’s sun
Actually comes
From a window
Across the room,
So that it’s lit
By outside light
But from within.
There’s a conceit
For your skull mind
Seeing the world
Through words framed in
Another skull.
You’re not letting
In the world, you’re
In let-in world.
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