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Where
the measured towels hang sentinel
wall mounted soap flows for any
hostage out of their postal code
'go sleep' the acred soft bed dictates
adorned in Royal Purple to inflate
the message
the TV set to just audible
how laudable, no other guests
will be perturbed in their reverie
doorless wardrobes reveal life's
essentials, nothing temperamental
this is a twilight zone, no reckless
mass of history like home
here is non-space, a mix of
everywhere and nowhere
the TV whispers tragedies
witless wisdom soars
relaxing on the bed I munch
old friends die, families love and sap
did I expect perfection?
but hey,
it's here, it's true
for I'm in steely
Liz Callingham