As/Is







2.07.2006


The Purpose of Rooms

At the end of the day,
worry is not a question.

No one asks the dead-
"why?"

At the threshold
of doors,

two concerns-
leave or live.

Rooms, the purpose
of rooms, a haven-

walls, the night,
the city, my skin,

my captured soul,
my unended beginning...

I dreamt
I was born

in the hollow
of a wooden shell;

at the end
of the day,

I return there.