In A Room Poem by Billion This

How much does it take, to fill a room
Full?

After another tired hard day
frustration air
another dusty little face kissed, by the infinite weight of self

One cent, maybe?
for some lifting musky mist
shower on, the sobbing mature skin
which price
paid
by one minute, office laughter, today

Or, some lucid healing light
from a tv screen
to
an invisible wound
several peaceful hours of, forgive and forget

Or just with those sounds
beer cans opening, phone dialing, friends talking,
follows with
the loudest whisper
from the silence of the walls, stillness of the floor

Or maybe, just maybe, most effectively
With a smile

A smile which doesn`t exist

Which size
bigger
than a billion rooms