The plot stretched endlessly, they reported, endlessly Repeating what came to me one evening Persuading the windows to cloud, the stars to brighten, the moon to retreat demurely behind A dark sense of urgency. Yet grounded into body. Demanded in haste, Given under duress, a rattled mention remained for dinner Clearing the table until the chairs were neatly arranged For company. We invited only those missing All sense of propriety. All cleverness concealed.
All desserts aflame With sweetened promises wrapped in tinsel foil Tucked under the waiting pillow.
The room was elsewhere. The explanation unravelled beyond my understanding, Hedged the border with a wait and see attitude. Every applicant was scrutinized as a potential messenger. But me, that was the problem. Trespasser Pressed into service by an aimless habit, a nagging Obsession drawing me back to the entrance.