Untitled (Ii) (1992)

Poem By Patrick Wescott

What do you see when you see a wall?
A barricade that blocks you,
or a surface to be decorated?
(and in itself a decoration)
The later is what he sees.

When the end comes,
will anyone know?
Or will our souls continue this game,
only on a different level?
He will be there to tell you.

Take a chance, dare to get close,
he will show you things
youve only imagined,
or seen in a movie played by actors.

Dare to be curious, he isn't crazy,
He just lives life as if every step
could be his last.

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