Tuesday, June 07, 2016

Discovery



Discovery


this house
has windows to look in
from without. . .
the only freedom here

is my confinement

outside,
night passes by with high heels…
one is left hanging to oneself
eyelids never collapse
I move forward groping

I bump
into the furniture
that time forgot,
the door of the room
we will enter without keys

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