obtuse lichen
A place between life and death is
The 37th floor of the office building
The lights dimmed as if a candle is placed
Right there, in the center of it.
And it flickers, papers as scattered as mind,
A coffee and energy drinks with a computer behind,
On the computer the face of a man,
In my office takes a stand—
But I don't recognize him at all,
Who's this man standing so tall?
And in a flicker I am back out,
Still as dead as it was before,
But I feel more alive than ever—
As a product in a store.
brittle maple
proud tiger