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A loner's head

There is another world, where none had been,
Far bigger and far spread, which none had seen,

Where the shadows dance when the lights are dim,
Where the dogs are immortal yet pray the chicken,
Where the portrait is on fire and not the lady within,
Where the winter is warm as strange it may seem,
Where the chairs march and the troops dream,
Where the sloths are triumphant yet lamenting,
Where the notes are perfect yet no discipline,
Where the whole is inside not the part is in.

The poet is famous yet the poems are clandestine.
Turn the last page in a loner's head the book begins.