Đóng góp: White
Again
Th e empty room
White and unmarked,
though touched
With a sensible structure
Underneat h the surface
Hiding in the corner of the eye
Or resting right outside the field of vision
No doors or windows
No entrances or exits
Only bright light
Forming a shining empire
Of electrical impulses
Never to leave the premises
Never to be caught
Only sensed
[Lars A. Nedland, February 2005]