
Like any room
Where death has occurred
Birds come
To the window pane
Of the soul
To see
Into any room
Where death has occurred
The lie and the truth
This sleep is priced
At half a cent
Like any room
Where death has occurred
That fills up with water
And flies away
Like a child
Thru a window
I was drawing/sketching my living room. and doing research when by accident i came upon a video of the death of American poet Alan Ginsberg. As i was watching i heard a voice say “only sleeping” I suppose from one of the mourners present. so i was moved to add it to the sketch of my room and his most famous line of poetry below.
Wow, powerful, I like the connection in all.
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thank you for reading them
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You welcome
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