You can't read it, yet; this is a private space. There's a poem written here, somewhere. Where there is poetry, private spaces become sacred spaces. At the doorstep, take off whatever you think you are; it's nothing more than a pair of shoes, and step in. Now you can ask for the promised poem.
At times life seems nothing more than a displacement of a certain point in consciousness.
Just as mind is a displacement of a certain point in silence.