A Pocket Of Joy In An Empty Wardrobe

when i enter a room
the airs displaces
shifts
i have changed the space
it’s now a view
i cannot see
i am now the opposite
looking out
my energy has altered the
ambience
the exchange of something
perhaps
i’m oblivious to an understanding
again what if….
there is another place
on the far side of this
fragile glass
called reality
as i stand before each portal
or
deja vu
to see a reflection of myself
but not quite, there is more
some residue beyond that place
of glittering glass
a purgatory of the soul
but only for a moment
when i touched the enormity
of the human spirit
a glimmer of that huge
potential
a pocket of joy in an empty wardrobe

By Paolo Michell

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About pmisteil

Hi, my name is Paul though I write under other names like, Thatcher and Paolo, I love literature, art and architecture their passion and drama....the contradictions. The notion of Truth-who is the person behind the mask? Or does it matter! I like long walks and longer conversations over cappuccinos in a cafe with atmosphere and the rest is a journey!
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