A nightly drive through story on structures, dwellings, and the personages inhabiting this reflecting and holographic realm. Enjoy!
Dream Desolation Drive
Dream desolation drive, discern a dark road,
a friend, you and I, in a car so bestowed,
two corner houses beyond the bend we tour,
catch a mighty glimpse, attention for sure,
structures reworked, remodeled, restored,
although night fallen, I’ve been here before.
Solitary abode illumined in amber,
architecture exposed with glaring grandeur,
inhabitants moved to someplace unknown,
glorious space open of yesterdays throne,
admire dozen doors, arcs elevated from ground,
perhaps we encounter past residents unbound.
Second dwelling converted, transmuted, transformed,
turn round corner right, internal huge platform,
attractive middle aged couple, standing at door,
conversing with owner, I’ve seen them before,
glance at interior, beyond gate past darkness,
we follow the fool and walk deceit emptiness.
Apparent vast solitude in truth was quite full,
people everywhere sat, making contact visual.
Walked round the middle then round again back,
some chairs surely vacant, others seem not,
more seats am I finding, appearing from black.
Prime for performance in font of the stage,
room is divided whilst open the cage,
curtains are drawn, divisions removed,
floor has the markers of sliders that ruled.
The function is formal, attendants are dressed,
inside this vast structure a legion is guest,
many lives lived, of levels and dreams,
multiple plots and stories and schemes,
they all can reside in this fantasy realm,
where fractal reflections flood forth overwhelm.