Edita’s Reviews > The Dark Room and Other Poems > Status Update

We all live in darkness, kept apart from each other
by walls easily crossed but full of fake doors;
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We have to get used to knowing how
to live from day to day, each one on his own,
as in the best of all possible worlds.

and life - symbol of the wheel - moved ahead to storm by
making the wheel turn faster and faster,
as in a mill furiously grinding time.