"Level elven" announces
A disembodied voice
In the carriage elevator
As the doors slowly open on
The long windowless corridor
Carpeted wall to wall
By a checked grey carpet
Which receives my on and off shadow
Projected from the low ceiling spotlights
In a psychedelic kaleidoscopic tempo
Reverberating my sonorous footsteps
Into an insane incarcerated inhuman world
Leading to a false sense of elegant luxury
Of grey, black and white entombment
Ultimately leading to death's door.
Lucette C. Bailliet ©
Be not proud
ReplyDeleteOf these numbers
They'll only deepen
Your slumber
These voices
Are only sombre
The hall
Not so amber
But Your footsteps
Are the wonder
Cause when
They steal
The thunder
These doors
Will buckle
Asunder--
The longer one advances
DeleteThe stronger the feeling
Of live entombment gets
One's hurried steps
Are the only reflect
Of one's internal panic,
For only one way out exists.