THE CHOICE

In attic silence

Sleeps the lamp

Shrouded in shadowed whisperings

Webbed-in, remote and dignified

Unremembered

Unforgotten

Its jinni that once sparkled

In the young burnished sun

Long since flown

Ah, well, and even so

Let the magician-voiced vendor

Call his striking wares

Sharp as polished silver

New dreams

            New dreams for old

No one will lean

From this unshuttered window

To make that trade

For would not the Aladdin heart then break?

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