Interior World

1 February 2012

She is singing Stormy Weather in my interior world.
How did she get in there with that ancient fathomless voice?

Has she always been there, crooning one song or another?
Maybe it’s not even my interior world, but hers.

Or some place we share.  And eventually we all find her
here, waiting for us – the fat old Queen of the Night.

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