A Nail on the Wall
I saw a Nail sticking out of the wall
Framed by a black rectangle of wallpaper
As if a part of the wall were forgotten by the sunlight
Forever.
I looked around for the painting
That used to hang firm for so long
On the place of the black rectangle leaning over that
Steady Nail.
It was nowhere. There was nothing in the room
Besides Silence and Emptiness,
And the time went ahead and the world went round while
I stared.
When I woke up, I asked, "Why are you here,
Bare and bold like this crooked Nail?
Where is your purpose, and how long has it been taken
Away?"
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