Two glass walls of high windows,
Two bare, blonde-wood desks,
One with a dictionary,
One with a blue globe,
And outside of the windows,
An empty blue sky
And an endlessly crashing
Grey-green surf below:
What is the meaning of these?
Consider them memories
Triggered by old photographs.
Never acknowledge a dream
As dream. You remember them.
There’s nothing new crashing in.
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