Art Gephyr


i walk along the corridor
slowly in the night
silhouettes of people
drift beneath pale lights

the air hung dark and brooding
laden with dry dirt
and silt from distant deserts
barren and inert

enveloping my mind
with tastes of inner earth
rousing dormant seeds
evoking a rebirth

the buds of brazen insolence
that only bloom at dusk
shroud good sense and reason
with veils of pungent musk

a sting upon my eyes
foreboding through the gloom
familiar turned disquiet
in earth's expectant womb

so slowly i move on
asymptotically and cruel
resisting the temptation
convinced i'm no one's fool

and there before the threshold
with weight of burning heat--
postponed anticipation
the comfort of a seat