Let us play with you
white space
Like you play with our brothers and sisters
And as this
And the other
Line
B r e a k
They discompose into million letters of their past
For the white space cannot be filled
By pretty words and art.
White is all colours
If only I could perceive just one
sense
less as they left me.
And if identity is
to position yourself wherever
you
want
in the white space
Then why can’t I find it
In any corner
of this cell?












