The curtain of night, although pulled tight
Over a million random piercings let in light
A large white button longs to escape
Freedom to roam the heavy drape
Soon to be eclipsed by mornings cloud
I chalk my thoughts on the blackened shroud
The words I write upon the scrim
Simply ask....”Where did it all begin”
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