This many quartered place
Each chamber filled
At one time or another
By some fleeting traveler
That stayed a moment or more
Yet, uncertain, knocked a new door.
Emotions of the heart
Melted by thoughts of the mind,
Some dissolving while others solidify
Feelings all mingling while
Persuaded and coaxed to separate,
They lose passion, isolated and weak.
The accommodations are never lonely,
Though the guests seldom stay
For very long once the lights
Have all gone out
She sleeps and forgets
The name of the guests
As they check out early and
Some refuse to pay while
Others don’t know why they are
Here in this mansion, this
Many quartered place
Where emptiness is dangerous
The notions all forgotten now
The reasons gone away
The teller doesn’t see which
Concept’s here to stay – as all
Come and go, come and go
From this living, breathing place.
22 April 2008
Articulated Jargon 