the architect

i frequently dream of conjoining rooms,
some are attached by eccentric hallways
some are grandiose, some succinct
often bounded by walls of concrete
labyrinths?
perhaps.
but they are NEVER dark...

and stairs
always those goddamned stairs
i start on the 3rd floor,
get to the 27th,
take the elevator to the 54th,
run down to the 6th
and only twice have i ever managed to make it to the roof.


sometimes i dream about a mall
god, if only i could recreate that structure!
the negative spaces in that place are like cubbyholes
the light emanating from stores are blurred, sort of like a bokeh effect;
and another mall
perhaps 6 stories tall
almost entirely composed of glass
no escalators, just winding flights of glass steps
and yellow-amber lights reflecting and refracting in a glass elevator.

i dream mostly of places i've been to,
morphed, distorted, recreated
they're renderings of an inspired, dormant architect
a 3-D virtual reinterpretation of my living experience
but they differ just enough such that i can (re)discover these constructed places.

perhaps the best part stands in the fact that
i can glance away from these rooms,
and when my gaze returns,
...
they change...