i find myself awaken

where light blinds eyes

where silence pierces ears

i'm too weak to go on

i'm to sick to look back


time stands still

outside life sinks away

while it's cold inside

may be the location for the last scene


a perfect geometry

where no shadow is cast

where frozen walls

soak the fear and soak the pain


a perfect symmetry

broken only by my dwelling here

the corners between the walls

are interfaces between our hands


it's a blank form

where different planes intersect

and time dissolves

but my articulations interrupt perspective,

so i'm asked to leave...