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A Poem by Ook
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lmBDnKRIGSU

"
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There aren't a lot of windows in this room -  
not much in the way of vantage, 
of perspective or of
purview. 
.
Somewhere in the corner
a baseboard heater vibrates - 
electrifying my periphery 
with an itchy, artificial heat.
.
the amperage is too high
and the wiring is probably faulty.
.
As I go to leave
the door handle sticks a little,
bites its own mechanism, 
refuses, momentarily, to turn. 
.
just a cold lock
on an old, old door.
.
I jimmy it for a second, lift slightly 
on the hinges, 
leverage my weight 
against its teeth. 
.
There's a short, relieved laugh
when the bolt finally goes, 
when my boot-treads find 
the threshold and
.
the room starts to fade 
from view. 
.
.
funny, 
.
if I hadn't known better
I might've mistaken it 
.
for a cage. 
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.
.

 

© 2026 Ook


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Added on March 5, 2026
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