Fall 2011 - The University of Scranton

light, even beyond his clothed nakedness, beyond his locked enclosed room
and beyond the cobblestone lane which he can see. His eyes bulge at a
certain understanding that you or I or all of us may not ever perceive since
it is him there locked in his white walled room, negligent of all his fellow
tenants who see different shades and miss the shadows that he shapes and
the distortions that he notes of all the other fleeting shadows that come
and go on the cobblestone exclusively to themselves flying beyond the
buildings and rummaging below the streets who being animals feed with
necessary vegetation painting their temporary canvases definitively in
formulation and so properly cutting the views that construct the whole
lodge. For it houses them all. Then, this is the time to resume his seat
but already the sun is drooping. Our figure rests his legs on the sill, feet
chilled. The transparent windows invite the nascent nebulous clouds
within. Still, the figure inhales the breeze breathing breathlessly. Though
the door shuts and admits no knockers.
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