We won't entertain you in this
house anymore;
there's simply not the room.
It's ours at last
after fifty-eight years
the sparrow's nest is hewn.
In walls and rooms to our voices fresh
the diving-bell angst, the asphyxiating silence is gone.
Monday, July 12, 2010
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