Oct 08, 2008 21:52
Ode to an apartment I fell in love with, but probably will never live in because Andy is on the fence about moving.
*****
This, it haunts.
All baseboards and window sills,
Creaking cracks and rattling panes,
Ethereal concertos manipulating delicate draperies.
Slivers embedded.
Craving the taste of time,
An infinite jest towards dignity and semiotics,
Giving definition to notions of combination.
Generational redemption.
Dissolved centuries of mistakes in the remaining textiles,
Covered in rococo distraction as a courtier,
Surreal achievement left alone behind the pine doors.
She sits squarely; assessing her lot, her hedgerow. Does she despair in her unavoidable division? Few secrets remain for her to share, utterly empty on the inside, her framework is barely insulated. Light has not left her reflective eyes. They echo her interior clearly, yet scarcely leave any passers-by from her gaze. Never tired of being right, she remains steadfast, a walk away from the turbulence of the world envelope. Contented as the last mistress in queue.
*****
I was going to post a picture of the outside of the apartment, but my phone won't send it. weird.