The alcove is so dark and spacious.
There is room in the black for much.
A bottle and chair cast shadows over vortices.
My chair is skeletal in structure,
a gaunt figure, standing in light
against the curve of a charcoal wall.
The bottle is stout and stubby.
Its cork is open and missing.
It is rotund in the middle, massive.
They stand in contrast.
A chair Giacommetti.
A bottle Gangantua.
And the floor is bathed in spectral white,
with scribbled lines supporting the stairs.
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