In this tidy room
I stretch out on this bed of illusions
Sleep till the curtains call
Walk on hollow floors
Create masterful paintings on lonely, plastered walls
All is well kept
A bed made proudly
Signatures of preeminent artists suspended on the wall
Dust, vanquished
Books arranged in alphabetical order on a case of mahogany
I breathe in the air of misfortune
I hear only breath and silence in this tidy room
Cool air drifts on my troubled face and I quiver
I follow Mary, she crawls down the wall
My only companion
I sit in a corner of indecision as if in time out
I try to remember, I try to forget what brought me here
I spin on the hollow floor until
The world is as dizzy as I am
Passing hours with a broken clock
Wrapping up in luxurious curtains
Of secret velvet, I am queen
The world moves without my knowing
I assume the sun wears her radiance
And the moon bellows at the wolves
In this tidy room time is captured, and so am I