An Easy Dream

The walls dripped
chips and scars of broken brick tumbling to my language…
covered with unexplored emotion,
Just like us,
The lost city of some lone carpenter’s design
hidden in the thin divide
The Tao of each nail whistling a desolate song
Hinge sweat still holding back the wolves
The angles forming puzzles of solitude
and it all seems to die in a hand of elsewhere
as elsewhere is an engine of time
A string
hanging from the ears of god,
We form the sound of dark turned roads
night after life
But these walls between us breathe
And we -
The mice of cheese and
Scholars of halls and glass-rimmed philosophies
hope and die
for an easy dream.