He opens a door and enters the room within.
He hangs his coat and finds a chair to sit in.
In the room the air is hot and dry.
The paper is full of old news.
There is old talk of sports;
Of yesterday's state of the sky.
Instead he sits and wonders and dreams.
In his mind filled with all time,
An eternity passes in a minute; in seconds.
And after so many eternities,
The time passes, the clock chimes,
And, roused from his pondering,
He returns to his wandering.
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