All at once, a whole universe of blind faces begun to turn slowly to greet me, for the first time, with alien smiles and bemusement.

All at once, the universe wants to avenge itself from me, as I wish to be left alone in the corner.

All at once, blood-gush, brush strokes begin to eradicate what little whiteness remains of these saviour walls that have now abandoned me.

Don't linger, forlorn; I'm war torn and broken.

Fathered by death, orphaned by man, shepherded to the wolves and set forth before a deaf juror; My books were burned and then stolen.

Only words remain, perched above, all alone in the aftermath.

In the end, only words remain.