I saw a curtain flutter,
behind a window pane curved far.
I sensed the wind blowing past,
and made it a point to look beneath.
It was black. Faded black;
the room was lighted with night.
And I was amazed at the mystery that just,
a piece of faded cloth and a dry breeze could ignite.
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I heard their voices mocking my thoughts,
and suddenly I realised
that the window is locked.
