
I lock the door.
The buzzing fades.
The burden of all the
outer expectations drops.
Here the flow ends
and here it springs –
where reality confides
to imagination,
distance to intomacy
and reason to frenzy.
There I am at home.
I lock the door.
The buzzing fades.
The burden of all the
outer expectations drops.
Here the flow ends
and here it springs –
where reality confides
to imagination,
distance to intomacy
and reason to frenzy.
There I am at home.