It is time to let it go.
How did I ever end up here? It’s like a sort of fantasy – And yet, these halls are real, And this is happening to me But sill, life’s downs and ups They are but little understood: And when I wasn’t looking Things turned Good
Today, the world seems cold and gray. I hope it doesn’t stay that way – It chills me to my very bone, A creature, silent and alone And colden days come back to me Gray hours by a churning sea I’d stare into uncaring waves And dream of her I longed to see Another gray … Continue reading "Hallways : Gray Egress"
I see a hallway in my dreams, I’m often back there in the night; I do not know to where it leads, I fear to travel down it, But I might – For loneliness, like empty halls, Surrounds us on the best of days; And beckons us to who-knows-where, To finery, or maybe Vain displays … Continue reading "Hallways : Dream Corridor"
So what now, can they make of this place? All is still to do; Location’s good, they have the space, No effort they’ll eschew The dreams of those who try their hand, Another, average day; An empty room turned into something, That’s The human Way
She’s walking through an empty hallway Looking at the color all around; On business there, the first of three days, Glancing at the new sights to be found Yet, Amsterdam – she’d always heard of, Never thinking that she’d ever see; She’s walking through an empty hallway Varicolored Modern Destiny
we call them servers: you and I are using them right now anonymously serving us a technologic Tao the Way things are transmitted from your “there” back to my “here” these rooms filled up with servers that make every far thing near
The arrogance of avarice Is known to all humanity, And yet, it hasn’t slowed a bit, No decrease in cupidity As every day, we read again, Of twisted, dark, venality: But empty and esurient We bumble toward mortality Here in the houses of the dead We see the sheer insanity Of filling days with emptiness … Continue reading "Hallways : Crumbling House"
I stagger, drunken, down this hall I’ve no idea which is my room For everywhere, things look the same And in this state, I won’t presume To know what I am doing; nor To knock where strangers might abide: I stagger, drunken, down this hall, My mind on fire And sleep Denied