Lines overlooking squares which are looking over a solid
white mass along the top of a wall.
Light shining opaquely through the squares, for in reality
they are windows to the outdoors even though we can see
nothing through them.
A possibility of impossibilities, creating an illusion of
finite patterns and designs comprising an interior wall
here at the college.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem