EMC2 EMS5
I am here with my friends, the furniture
It relaxes with me tries to soothing
The floor has more emotions than I do
The walls appear lyrical and further
The pillow on the Cushion under sheets
They are more alive than I am prone.
For I am a Spirit without a Home.
I wander I flee I retreat I hone
The tune of the Earth in form of the poem
It has escaped now I lost my hold!
Just before it became language a silence
What I know is this: The Lamp is an Object.
The sound before the sound before the sound.
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