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The Projection Room

If lucky I will die in a room 

of non-hospital green, on plump pillows,

good linens, with good family and good friends,

the ghosts of loves, the odorama

of nitrate seas, forests or mountains on

walls.

Room where well-cast dreams lived and died.



Will my death be the end of a long love,

mystery, tragedy or comedy,

flashback to life or final nightmare?



Will your face be the last frame or just

the quieter, dustier bed

out there in the sunโ€” the rain?




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  1. carolineshank Avatar

    I love this a lot. Anyone can relate to it.

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