In the bounds of space
there is a place
where the corners form
this infinite case
of dwelling.
And in the walls
there are empty calls
from the people
places
things
direction
to somewhere else
you take it and
you meet
greet
the different consciouses
that come out to
linger here
there
where
wherever the corridors
take you
us
me
to the desert
of a deserted
movie theater
to the ocean
of crocodiles
set free across the
tennis courts
outside
but you
us
me
can't get outside.
but you are outside.
Outside of what is
was
might be
real before
and maybe
after
it won't be the same
the name
is there but
you've perhaps forgotten
what it is
was
might be
for you
us
me
neither here
there
where
it's gone.
But it will come back.
Nov 20, 2012
Nov 20, 2012 at 10:10 PM UTC
In the bounds of space
there is a place
where the corners form
this infinite case
of dwelling.
And in the walls
there are empty calls
from the people
places
things
direction
to somewhere else
you take it and
you meet
greet
the different consciouses
that come out to
linger here
there
where
wherever the corridors
take you
us
me
to the desert
of a deserted
movie theater
to the ocean
of crocodiles
set free across the
tennis courts
outside
but you
us
me
can't get outside.
but you are outside.
Outside of what is
was
might be
real before
and maybe
after
it won't be the same
the name
is there but
you've perhaps forgotten
what it is
was
might be
for you
us
me
neither here
there
where
it's gone.
But it will come back.
My grandma has lived in an apartment building all of my life and I spent most of my childhood there. As I grow older I keep having this re-occuring dream that her apartment building has become an infinite space that I can't seem to leave. Voila.
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