Artificial

Artificial

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I peer 'round my room
It all seems artificial;
But not the window.

Manmade walls and floor
Connect to lifeless el'ments;
But not the window.

The fan mimics wind
To try and fool toy soldiers;
But not the window.

Bulbs shining brightly
Dream they can be moonlight;
But not the window.

The plaster patterns
Shine to hermits as the stars;
But not the window.

Blankets may replace
A weedy bed of grass for us;
But not the window.

Oh, it is too often
We hide behind solidity;
But not the window!

Of all that claim to
be truthfully transparent;
The window really is!

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