2012/04/09

Poem 11

As the photos are a bit blurry, I’ll transcribe the poems:


In this temple of shadow and mist
There's a window
In the floor and
A door in the ceiling
There is no knowing
Am I standing still
Or running or kneeling


NOTE: the two last lines have been scratched out (can’t make out what it originally said) and the lines of the poem have been written next to them.