Waiting Room

It's snowing and a bright space of delay opens in the wierd calm that posesses the station round the clock. From over headlines dark eyes flash, the look half-remembered from some blurred platform. Again. Again. But then, we'll all be late getting home. A trick of consciousness turns this place into a prison - or is it prism? The white flag of surrender is broken down into all the colors of hope.

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