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| Gwyneth Box  |
| First published in Roundyhouse magazine, April 2002. |
| How can I write, caged in by walls, smothered by cushions and draped curtains? Even my balcony is barred like a prison cell. Outside in the street the trees grow tall reaching towards the sky; the swallows circle high above the roofs: I see the setting sun shine through their tail feathers. If thoughts could free me, if words could carry me aloft, I would follow them: Treetop, rooftop, stars… In my room I have placed two mirrors opposite each other. Between four walls I have caught a fragment of infinity. |
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