This evening, in the misty purple
I breathed, my steps eating the crunchy road,
my direction receiving a change in
instruction in compulsion to explore
the upswept seclusion of a branching path,
upon whose newness I was removed
into the stately emblematic walls
a-trick with windows and doors, proceeding
in that space through an eternity where
one would be re-born the first morning - so
encapsulated its modernity!
Yet, it was the occasional sight of
tenants, the opening and shutting door,
the boredom, that explained nothing had changed.