[Room]
“1968
kusama lyric”
in
a white room
with
black curtains
in
the station
you
made teardrops
endless
circles
goodbye
homeland
phallic
rowboats
naked
dresses
tired
starlings
endless
english
softly
spoken
now
forgotten
you
stepped into
such
a black lake
from
your high-rise
in
the last room
hang
one thousand
candelabra
all
the mirrors
neon
ladders
explanations
you’ll
say no strings
can
secure you
just
beginning
stars
out of reach
as
steps ascend
the
work never ends
all
left behind
where
the shadows
run
from themselves
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