Unoccupied

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