A FIGURE IN THE ABSTRACT

you wonder why you have arrived in this upside down world
as if it is some kind of fashion
a chiaroscuro you stand outside

wait to enter and cannot see any portico among
the faded paint and solid stones
that imitate the Aztecs' finest buildings

maybe that's where you're about to go though soon appears
nonsense and holds no reality
no content like that of your plastic bag

your real feet stand on hard and solid ground as a notion
beside a puddle like a lake to cross
as a suggestion to travel

as a way to go somewhere else step off the kerb into
out to an unknown
and explore the other dimension

outside the stasis of ennui that demands its purpose
to be acknowledged -
will arrive as a bus before long