The converged shadows of absurds If there be a cobweb or the filth of time Or a bee-hive to soothen my eyes I stood silently by the fortification And searched the paintings there The entrance was open without doors Still I stood inside and locked myself in a bondage To be freed of his debt The sky was locked by the roof though I didn't see him The walls which were beautiful than him then Outside there it matters not dark or light Inside here there is a little light I can see through And walk towards an infinite