Where are you,
in this long, winding tunnel?
I thought I spotted you
in the crowd.
Then I see you
and I am off again,
through the passageways,
through the crowds.
All this is a race
to get somewhere,
anywhere.
Didn’t know that I could get
there from here.
Another place,
a long-gone face,
portrays
my longing for an exit.
Through this
most unexpected
rendezvous,
you open up
secret ways
and I,
always eager for escape
step through.
Passages,
structures
within structures;
even the sky
seems lit by lights,
artificial,
like a lie in a daydream,
but beautiful,
in its plastic,
alien way.
A beggar’s trail,
through nowhere, now.
Similitude
draws me in,
but even that
which is the same
is different here.
Somewhere,
in some still lucid
corner of me,
I am wondering
who you really are
and why you brought me here?
To this place,
this other world
of 3D printed daydreams.
Where am I?
What is this place?
Who are you?
HG – 2019
