WE CRAWLED INTO THE APARTMENT
We crawled into the apartment
like suspended bodies from Pompeii
You choose your destiny, you.
Invent your destiny, you.
Own your destiny. Create, a destiny.
Time fell over marble tesserae
We reached towards future like bathers in paintings
Fabricated in stone,
- stuck in positions of longing – cast in rock-
In art history
Like Lot’s wife
