WINDOWS

View from the window of Egyptian poet, C.P Cavafy

Within these dark chambers, where I live through 

oppressive days, I pace up and down,

trying to find the windows. - When a window opens, it will be consolation

But the windows are not to be found, or I am unable

to find them. And perhaps it's better that I don't.

Perhaps the light will be a new tyranny.

Who knows what novel things it will reveal.

C.P Cafavy