The Attic Which Is Desire

the unused tent
of

bare beams
beyond which

directly wait
the night

and day —
Here

from the street
by


S
O
D
A


ringed with
running lights

the darkened
pane

exactly
down the center

is
transfixed

the unused tent
of

bare beams
beyond which

directly wait
the night

and day —
Here

from the street
by


S
O
D
A


ringed with
running lights

the darkened
pane

exactly
down the center

is
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