It Is Now A Grand Hotel
Lights flicker
in dark hills
the long road
past my past.
The Grand Hotel
is a subtly eerie
little empty spot
lit in sepia tones.
I had it on
and it formed
some of the weirdest
little dreams.
Horsemen angels
wailing lost
clicking languages
as a soundtrack
weaved in my brain.
I paid my toll
and was allowed
to wear a badge
color coded for accuracy.
Candle light
like a copper tone
I was waved along
down the darkened path.
I awoke too soon
or perhaps just in time
to return here
to break the pattern.
Debatable which was
the best move
though that empty hill
informs me
I know, I know.
-Will Dockery / 4-1-18
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