
Inside the window, the human will stand, a light gently flickers, There's a resolution in the bright. Through the window, the sound of tapping, a sneaking in or climbing out, Breaking into the murky past. Outside the window, the view into the blue, a street, garden or bay, There's a mystery in the void. But what if there were no windows? the future world never found, a reflection of a mirror-less soul, No freedom for the mind. By Lise Olsen