The Lobby

Further Down The Corridor

Corners

• gone into tomorrow we see a bitter path
• a shiny rearviewmirrow to make it last
• the highway abandoned in time or wealth
• demonic forgetful but all in good health
• forever in seasons of my yesterday
• through shockwaves and emptiness to stay
• worlds of great weakness and strength in the heart
• for distance silence melodies to part

Into the depths of darkness the spirits may tread into nothing. Within me lies the beast of the nighttime and the gentle fever sweeps across my chest. Exhausted by the rays of daylight, alone in the shadows I bear, I whisper to you some understanding as you lean against your window to the world. You say "The world is dead." I sit up in my bed. Tis the morning, calm, bright. I was afraid of beauty...but then there was you, a staple in the leak of time.