Sense

I've taken to the habit
of walking through the building
in the dark.
It is a test of the senses,
or maybe a reminder that,
you may very well be alone,
but you can never be that damned sure,
now can you?
And as an added bonus,
I've done my part to create a mythos
giving a spirit to the place,
recycling the air,
but for me
I still wonder
why I need the light?
The politics of light bulb manufacturing
and cheap energy and it's various obvious consequences
is all a little much
when you can just miss one step
and become fragile
or frozen in a moment
shuffling through your God-given emotions
like a deck of cards; a bad hand on a dark night
and falling back to your awkward humor
because that is what you are
will be
not particularly well suited
to have been
and shatter
like
ice?
glass, no
porcelain, better
a slight exotic flair,
yet old-fashioned
like imagining the worlds hidden among your grandfather's bookshelf
at age six
and not realizing until Intro to American Literature
that it was all just antiquated racist claptrap
and we haven't really missed that much
even with our ever shortening life spans
due to genetic deficiencies of the soul
and we regret to inform you
dear customers
that class will be canceled for the remainder of the summer
due to dangerous questions being asked
at exactly the right time
and that is just missing the point of dangerous questions.
Haven't we taught you better?
So have a nice spring
see you next Fall: