A peculiar fourth room has appeared in my three bedroom abode.
High ceilings
Higher than any ceiling in the house
Perfectly pristine whitewashed gallery walls
The largest window one can imagine
Stretching from floor to ceiling
Wide as an ocean’s horizon
Revealing the lushest greenery and the bluest skies.
I am meant to show masterpieces here.
But in one of the corners
of the perfectly pristine whitewashed gallery walls
is an ugly patch of dirt.
Dirt darker than charred coal.
And the dirt is crawling
And multiplying.
With their spindly legs and dangly antennae
Vermin covered in filth and willingly ready to spread their germs
Scuffing the perfectly pristine whitewashed gallery walls.
But I have to move on,
I have a gallery to exhibit.
Smile and act as if nothing is wrong.
Come.
Enjoy the show.
Enjoy the artwork hanging
Upon the perfectly pristine whitewashed gallery walls.

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