between being and nothingness

What exists

between

being

and nothingness?

Where is it,

this nether region,

this crevice

in the center

of a consciousness/

unconsciousness 

sandwich?

What is lying

in the space

separating

memory

from

dream?

But, more

importantly:

Why these buildings so high?

Why must they try (yet inevitably fail)

to reach the sky- and who can really

take such edifices of arrogance 

seriously? 

Surely

not women;

are they, these buildings, 

not fallacies, are they not

phallic oddities?

Certainly

not palaces

or budding entries

into a land of green-

Before 

time

(before skylines

or crimes...)

We wonder, earnestly,

what she did see;

After 

time

(When no longer benign

clouds dissolve cities

in the cavities of hidden teeth;

When there is no more end

only beginning,

When streets, realizing

they can only be

on a losing team

quit, forfeit, 

attempt 

to integrate with;

to join the sea,

When colours restore 

    their vivacity,

and natural sceneries

finally defeat the concrete  

 

When her eyes

see in infinite

shades of green

and blue)

We wonder what it is she will do...