Room 212

May 31, 2020

The rich may build temples and shrines;
What shall I,
a woman owning not even
this room, do?
My legs will be pillars: I walk;
the womb 
a shrine – over the head a dome.
Listen now,
lords all of the meeting rivers;
all things standing will fall one day
but the moving ever shall stay.

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