I
LIE...
My floor is wall to wall,
My walls are floor to ceiling;
These flat windows
hermetically sealed against the gangrene air.
My
life is wall to wall,
Dreams only seep in from that uncleanliness outside
to weave their trails across my nights and days:
Some foetal swelling under the carpet mounds,
Springs to a sapling, thickens into trunk
Bursting the roof with branches,
A tremor rising through all the stories
Shakes the bole,
Peaks at its blossoming crest,
Drenches the room in lilies.
In such state I lie...
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