Friday, August 6, 2010

Vuillard

In this room
Light and shadow
Die together
            A sweet rot
No different than our own

In the same room
There is no dying
There is no room
            No table no wall
No afternoon at all

This room
Is empty of everything
Except what is absolutely
Necessary:

The eye
In its dissolution -
            Entropic
            Joy and truth
            Everywhere






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