The Door Everyone gets a door, the question Is do they open and walk through it or Do they turn away, afraid the action Will take them to dead grass and endless war END
The Standing Stones But all we see behind are the twin rows Of standing stones, broken like rotten teeth An avenue to no-where, only crows Over the dying grass, the blasted heath
The Illusion In desperation turn round, hope to find The mall again, the comforting illusion Of self-control, of a place that is kind Where we can have what we want, with options
The Ocean And down below Ocean battles Land Plumes of white rise, crash on rocks like razors Drain from slimy black stones, journey to sand To a sea, dull dark grey that rages and flows
The Cliff Walk on, the stores disappear behind mist The roof, distant, layered, pearly Gray, in front of a cliff the hits like gods fist A slice of the Earths crust from late to early
The Haze They sell only strange things now, see through the haze Sand blown in from distant, dark-roasted dunes Things move overhead in the heavy daze In the stream, in the stores under dark moons
The Fountain Water was flowing into a fountain Now overflowing onto a strangely Mosaiced marble floor to a distant plain The stores recede, seen only distantly
The Kiss Salt and sweet and coats inside of mouth. Fountain sounds slower, the light seems thicker The flower descends to kiss cheek Now the colour itself flows and light flickers
The Flower Flowers, impossibly Georgia O'Keefe, Involuted and drooping and seem to drip Sweet secrets that slide thickly down dark green leafs Put your lips to a leaf and take a sip
Green and White Not going up but falling from a high Roof that has lights covered in green leaves Spilling dappled patches of viridian and white Walk into a world of green and white weaves
The Empty Mall Choose the wrong door, there's a dusty shoe store Come out to an empty mall, deserted Fountains seem larger, air is like quartz, flawed Light like liquid spills on plants inverted
The Universal Mall Space filled with the same stores across the world Go through one of those doors in Lakeline Mall Come out at a mall in France, space is curled Around the only and all, the True Mall
The Flaws Nervous parents know this, they saw the doors When young the featureless gray slabs open On other malls, but really there are flaws In the world, there's only one mall, stolen
The Mall Take the mall of your choice, the fountains fall The plants breathe, a retail jungle, predators The credit departments want you to fail Painted birds flock near Hot Topic, see doors