little rooms
in the little rooms
the trance arrives then departs
your Muse approaches
furious priests march in
beating their tambours
the drums, the incense
imposing women,
formidable as storms, rush over you
delirium in their wake
the keys to the little rooms
to find them you consult
the subway maps
these little rooms are always
similarly furnished --
a narrow bed, a lamp, a desk
reserved for you
in a decaying building
down in the slums of time
--Ross Bender
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