I am darkness
nocturnal
a faceless structure
inside the towering night
featureless vacuumBrown hands
propel vacuums
scouring hollow hallways
devoid of business
waiting for the daylight people,v
watch
office floors
mopped clean from
privileged grime
now eradicated…
by nightstalkers—
a populace unconsidered
I prestidigitate
legalese on
white sheets
for featureless people
enslaved in enclaves
whose visions
are truant
whose souls
embrace nullification.
[No doubt
they did know
life would be
like this
after law school.]
They ink conceptual ideograms
no one understands
masticate convoluted verbiage
into sleek
little
machines
words
destined to be part of
some file
some where
that no one
understands
or reads.
They possess
myopic souls
more barren than
parts of speech
they commit to diodes
[…did they know
…did they discover
…or do they
…just exist
…ipso facto?
…?]
Sitting
at my desk
work stacks
into
priorities
my feelings
are
at the
bottom
of these
piles.
I shall wander the
featureless office building
empty passages
sequenced with
featureless cells
and laugh because
I am the night
working
surrounded by night
and live in light.
And (so) what if
we are featureless?
Those day dwellers
The stark light
bleaches their faces
in the afternoon that
languors
escalators carry
properly comported
secretaries
managers
executives
possessing pinched expressions
Only the night
bestows profiles
measured tempos
cloven shadows
A mind with clarity renewed
starts a day
with a setting sun
sitting
in antisepticism
I secretly use my time
to create
to be
godlike
they cannot take me down
Though I am featureless to them
so are they
to me.
23 September 2013
