There is no heat in the building no fire burning in the fire place an the concrete is cold as hell The floors make ones feet shiver even the air is chilly, to a point with the walls keeping everything cool Its darkness prevailed beyond belief as the light crept through the crack in the blinds even from under the door, it peaked out The darkness masked the materials that lie around cluttered among the occupants, on the floor making ones journey, and obstacle at best Piles of stuff, laden in darkness, full of thoughts shadows fill the objects, the life's collections as one files through the hazard that may arise Crackling light, through the blinds, getting brighter slowly as morning sets in, behind the cement wall and the floor begins to warm, or maybe not Lights from under massive door, drowned in daylight the cold darken night soon comes to a close still no fire in the fire place, no warmth in the building The occupants arise from the nocturnal journey past the point of dreams into the grouchy phase the one that everyone hates, or gets annoyed by Clinging to the clothing, the articles or two pulling stretching, mindlessly beginning the daily crap finishing, only to say but a few words, a sentence or two Be gone now darkness, as the light is given way the hazard of the shadows, has subsided, left the building Morning is upon is, it has crept up on the nocturnal dreamers It is time to heat the building, play the radio avoiding the masses, piled on the floor remembering a night that will never end Its all gone now, the night... October 4, 1995 1:15am ©1995
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