Bài hát White Báo Lỗi

White




Again

The empty room

White and unmarked,

though touched

With a sensible structure

Underneath 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]