Back in the back of the house was something tall, but not bright.
In the Front, it was too bright.
Back in the back of the house was something alone.
In the Front, there was company.
Back in the back of the house, there was something hard to put into words.
In the Front, Lights.
Back in the back of the house, was something you thought you saw but weren’t sure you really saw.
In the Front, a House.
Back in the back of the house, time is wasted, it passes and nothing really changes.
In the Front, it’s late.
I’m split between Front and Back
I’m Light and Dark
I’m Knowable and Unknowable
And sometimes I spend more time than I should in Time Wasted
In Nothing Really Changes
In Something I’m Not Sure I Saw
With Something I Don’t Know How to Put Into Words
In Alone
Under Tall, and not Bright.
Odilonvert 