The coming shape of community — a public draft 1
Stephen C. Rose
Each needs a space that is their own. Nook, cranny, hole or perch, round, square, rectangular. Assembled everywhere and anywhere and movable.
With surfaces that do things, supple, thin, the sound controllable.
It s my space with room enough to sleep, In my own way. On any surface I desire.
It is my space. A place to sit. A place to work alone. A place to muse. A place to meditate.
It is my access to the world. It feeds my mind. It pacifies my spirit. grow within it.
Each space has a connection where all waste can keave. Each space receives life-giving things I need.
My space is beyond private being truly so, My space is where I become whole. My space is universal for it is the space all have,