August 10, 2009

a perfect cube

a perfect cube
white noise
my gift to you

bare white walls
infinite
try not to breathe
try not to sweat
try not to kick and squeal

and i thus leave all my attire
this century old city and its desires

a perfect cube
under white light
silent noise
no air no smell..no curled up sleep

and what did i leave?

such questions shud not arise