despite these strong
walls,
or even destroying each
so i can have
a view of the whole
situation
in the candidness of
mature acceptance
stoic
unblinking
looking at an eye to
an eye
mirrors in every corner
of this room
where you cannot be sure
where in
particular i am
for a moment
each furniture here
seems to say
goodbye
one opens the cabinet
of polo shirts
and expensive suits
with a sigh
how can you ever wear these all
given the
shortest moment of your
life
one leaves them all
and one does not care for whom
shall all these nonsenses
then belong
till the next day
after dusk eats me.
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