some place of strength
some citadel of silence
that is where i will go to live
i will hang on the wall only watercolours
finding serenity in their softness
in the way they dare
to abstain
from the sharpness of death
and i will sit in stillness and be glad
i will be alone
inside my silent room
the cold touches only my skin
and that red rush is as far as the sky
i am in my quiet mind
till even the beeping goes away
and the world becomes a straight line
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