down the hallway...
taking our cues from those
who went before...
up the stairs we tread carefully
as if not wanting to be heard,
the wooded boards moan
with each step...
a faint ribbon of smoke filters
around us and gradually
into our minds, softening
our thoughts and bending our
perceptions of the reality
we have delved into...
moments turn into minutes
minutes into hours,
we have passed though every
level there is without the
slightest inclination of
the purpose of being here,
we gather in the corner to
announce out intentions and
find ourselves out of the fame.
May 15, 2024
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