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The room spoke to us of former days
   in many and different varied ways
but i, i was the only one
   who could claim the evil herein done
i sought to know my mind one night
   by unreal, yellow, sickening light
I escaped that night, but not from me
   the delusion of horror finally gone.

© 1985 john r. chase

portraying a purely fictional event, this poem, like Causes, had its first line seeded by a teacher in my senior year of high-school. this time it was an english teacher.