IN THE ROOM
DIVIDED BY WALLS
I WAS A CHAIR
SEARCHING FOR A DESK
TO SCRIBBLE ON THE GATHERED DUST
THE STORY OF MY LIFE

NOT FOR POSTERITY
NOR PHILANTHROPY
NOR MORBID VANITY
BUT ONLY FOR MYSELF
TO READ IT TO RE-WRITE IT

AND LOOKING AT IT
KNOW AGAIN FOR THE LAST TIME
WHAT I ALREADY KNOW
THAT IT WOULD IN THE END
HAVE MADE NO DIFFERENCE