07-17-2011, 10:04 PM
The room is silent, like a glass
resting on a windowsill,
catching light as new days pass;
the room is silent, like a glass.
That books and chairs are here is farce,
each one becomes a hollow pill;
the room is silent, like a glass
resting on a windowsill.
resting on a windowsill,
catching light as new days pass;
the room is silent, like a glass.
That books and chairs are here is farce,
each one becomes a hollow pill;
the room is silent, like a glass
resting on a windowsill.
"We believe that we invent symbols. The truth is that they invent us; we are their creatures, shaped by their hard, defining edges." - Gene Wolfe