Sometimes I sit in this room
it is cold
it is light
it is empty
Its emptiness, when I drop
a pen or a match,
allows the sound to copulate -
to reach perfect deafness...
Until the ringing subsides,
the door
opens!
and I am
Sometimes I sit in this room
it is cold
it is light
it is empty
Its emptiness, when I drop
a pen or a match,
allows the sound to copulate -
to reach perfect deafness...
Until the ringing subsides,
the door
opens!
and I am