By Richard Mather
When we were there
in the crooked hell
of that scarlet and black room,
the world was a useless idol
broken and beyond repair.
But now we are here,
in the cosy tabernacle
of this bright asylum,
the world seems a god
who brings the sun into being.
The location of that old place,
is hidden by a heavy veil,
like the one in the temple;
the boundary between
heaven and earth.
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