Shallow sills’ house

No money,
hardly love at all.

Only the low thresholds house -
with doors, without them at all.

As windows the retrospective mind
in the interior only freezing darkness.

As heat is the memory of the mind
alone, and only it alone.

Song of the fleeing swan -
a white feather in the air.

Lost longing alone -
cannot find a home.





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