That eternity

O how I wish for

that eternity that can

never come, for it

is a myth that I

would care to believe,

but I know it is not true.


And so I live in this

corridor that is now

and I move from door

to door, and black to black,

living in between the closing

of one door and the opening

of the last.


But still I dream of eternity

and so it lives in me;

it lives in the corridor,

in the moments and the space.