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In a Red Room
With walls, thick, of blood
One flat table in the middle
I watch two caught in a grudge.
A stick in the hand
Sixteen balls rolling around
Each turn, one’s own miss
Eternal clicking, the only sound.
A never ending objective
With completion ne’er to take place
My destiny is simply to watch it
Who has condemned me to this space?
Migrating balls, no pockets.
I observe an eternity of “oops’s”
Whether hit as feathery or rockets
My hell is as my heart is…
