In my room walls painted ocher dreams are hardly dreamed. Glow from lamp is dim as night slowly unfastens. In my room I practice breath of my ancestors. Continuance of silence persuades me to pray, in my room. In my room plant foliage is sustained for mere comfort of green.
Time is dismissed.
No carpet to muffle sound of my walking. Each of my careless steps may be heard, in my room. Through the window, I can se how tarnished the moon.