past the empty bookshelf
lays a chamber of reflection
with a single chair
in the middle of deception
the shadows always stir
upon entering the stage
and eternity opens
when the seat is engaged
there are no depths
to any of the directions
tis only endlessness
in viewing the reflections
in patience will be found
the reward of the room
one must always wait
for the moment after soon
a traveler will be welcomed
a traveler will become
no longer will the room
revolve around the sun
the keeper of the time
will conquer what will test
and disappear through walls
no longer needing rest
the keeper's key is green
and floats in the moon
the lock is the mind
the prison is the room
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