The green carpet is a muted shade as
the shafts of light hit the wall-
four doors on either side, a thouroughfare-
proudly displaying the award cases holding
empty accomplishments with their hands.
this door five setting, next to the theater,
where the tympanis are banging, and the
clatter of distant voices and footsteps
converge to this area.

There are three figures-
reading.
writing.
distantly gazing.
as a fourth enters, they start speaking- trivial things.
a gaggle of girls- a flock of females pass-
giggling, they disturb the peace and trample through
this sacred ground of nothing.

jut as quickly as it has engaged,
this terror has fled. the world outside
will offer a much greater gallery to disturb the peace.
through the window, a skylit sidewalk ,
a mirroring puddle,
threadbare trees,
and the trashcan that the rest of it has become.

and all of this created for no reason;
all of this observed by a boy under flourescent lighting
taking in every little detail of reality-
except for himself.

02/26/2004

Posted on 02/27/2004
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