 
seven steps to the wall 
and turn around
seven steps to the window 
turn around
three steps to the table - step around
move the chair 'til it is square
and then sit down
DON'T TURN AROUND 
there
is a man
in a room
empty place
there's a wall
a table
and a chair
...his face 
he wants to write something down
he wants to sing a song 
or paint something
lie down and fade away
or get up and get away
to the beat of the marching feet
in the heat of the prison heat 
there 
there's the sun
through the bars
cutting swathes
lighting dust
I love dust
that it's there 
that it falls 
he wants to write something down ... 
seven steps to the wall ... 
there
is a man
in a room 
empty place
there's a wall 
a table
some paper
...his face 
he wants to write something down ... 
there
all my life
where there's white
I have words
so I write ...
what I hear
...perfect white
...with no words 
it is thin
but it's clear
it is thin but it's clear
