The bridges to insanity and the wanton unloved

Kickin in the doors
to a room of red
blind to the spores
and mocks, coldly
Afoot,
a scolded seed
Of abridged sorrow
Madness, I'm tired
drifting amid flames
A remark reminds me
 of winter there
and the one before, and again
all the ones before,
steeled in white veil
Cobble fences
so high to see
 over me
sit and look out
 a window for sign
sigh breath to glass
 and write out
a name,
perfect two syllables
and
the wind takes it
 straight to heart
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