Buildings as wells into a soul

what are you thinking about

Are you trying to evoke me?

Evoke a menacing feeling

Evoke a painful feeling

Drawn up from lore and fantasy?

Drawn up by feeling your musculature

Pulsing with a radiating

Perspective

Of fervent fantasy and dramatic lore?

Do you sing in the shower?

Do you sob under your pillow?

Look into my eyes,

Stare into these wells,

Dig deep into my mechanism of sleep

And see that I can’t hear your laugh anymore

Even though I swore to God, I knew the sound well.

Are you frightened by

My time looped prison,

Are you furious at my silent call?

I know you dream of long stretches of tall, black angled passageways

That curve into a deep, old, sacred building, abandoned and lost

Pictures of dusty windows and scattered areas of most cherished memories.

As places are people and as people are wells,

I find myself dipping my toe into that well,

Your well,

Like a sandy shore, a beach covered in pink and blue shells,

The rain piercing the sky like a fish net covers a leg,

All bruised up and ready for the cat walk

Tears streaming down like a boarded up beach house,

Awaiting to be swallowed up

By a toasty, sunny, carnivorous sea.