Shadows breathe in the hallway where time slips, an unreal surface of light
eyes trace the yellow tinged canvas smeared across ceilings
footsteps blend into walls silently closing behind us, the door barely a memory.
One thought rolls over another as whispers, saying what, feeling why
A tapestry of strung-out moments reverberates through air quantumly alive
Moments that grasp at straws rocking on a sea of facelessness.
Who had built this space, echoing with the forgotten purpose, a sigh lost
Incorrigible inscription etched in vapor across the doorway, a riddle...
ephemeral opening into a heart-soaked spectrum of isolation.