Dark Room - Poem by Jan Hauck
This dark space of creation, writing,
This room of wonders, of examination,
Vivisection, taxidermy, jars with preserved
Emotions, memories, a dusty light bulb
With moths disturbing the dim, dull glow.
I like to invite you to visit my space,
If you can bear it, stand it, understand it,
Because I have created this space,
It can shock you, hurt you and myself,
But it is like a drug you cannot live without.
I am like a colossus, one foot on every side,
I have to write to escape life but
I have to live so I can write in my space,
Like the hunchback or a vampire of epiphanies,
Unable to tolerate light without cover.
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