I remind myself
The light at the end of the tunnel
Is only light
The light at the end of the tunnel
Is only light
And the tunnel
Is only the sum of my fears
Confining me
Tag: variations on a hallway
When the Flash Came
When the flash came
I had just cleared the fourth floor
Confident everyone had made it to the shelter
The steel door closed behind them
I had just cleared the fourth floor
Confident everyone had made it to the shelter
The steel door closed behind them
When the flash came
Night became a day like no other
Just several seconds long
With the intensity of a hundred suns
When the flash came
I was happy not to be in a doorway
As I watched the paint sizzle
In the nuclear sunlight
It Is What It Never Was
In these hallways
I’ve created oh-so-many worlds
For the dream factory
To film its stories
I’ve created oh-so-many worlds
For the dream factory
To film its stories
Police stations
And hospitals
Apartment buildings
And condemned spaces
Secret headquarters
And schools of magic
Corridor Dreaming
I dream of corridors
Every one different
But all the same
Every one different
But all the same
The light is soft
Though harsh
Streaming in
Through doors
All open
On the right
An inviting light
Nonetheless too bright
And as I tread
Ever-so-gingerly
Down the corridor
Pix to Words 