Your absence has gone through me
like thread through a needle.
Everything I do is stitched
with its color
You do not need to leave your room.
Remain sitting at your table and listen.
Do not even listen, simply wait.
Do not even wait, be quite still and solitary.
The world will freely offer itself to you
to be unmasked,
it has no choice,
it will roll in ecstacy at your feet.
-- Franz Kafka