-I-
I complain to no one,
to nothing
but the walls
around me.
The walls,
my only true companions,
my only real friends,
my protectors,
my shelterers,
my givers of warmth,
my everything,
my sole achievement.
-II-
I hold dear
my desolate life
behind
the walls,
and wallow
in the
wantonness
of my daydreams
and my
loneliness.
I embrace
the dark
sinewy
halls
of constant
remembrance,
and for get ful
ness.
I worship
the emptiness
of my
life.
And I worship Emptiness herself.
The Mother of us all.
This is the essence of life
behind my
walls.
June 1996