Monday, April 12, 2010

Statement

In the ruins of memory the house breathes
through its mouldy surface
touched by strangers' looks
surrenders
lowering eyelids in abandoned
defenselessness

Time cracks inside the ripened walls
It tears off with fragile flakes
Swollen with history the heart of hearts
bestows its place on silence

More and more
transparent
caring walls
sheltering walls
define our confinement.

- Joanna Hoffman

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