Poe-raphrasing Him

When doors appear to open wide

In houses yet unbuilt and castles lost in sea

I take my coat and rush the way the rumbling hours take their course

To long-deleted, petrified eternity

That waits and waits for me.

Those ghastly gates they close and bolts of rust are drawn

In castles deep under the sea and houses of ground plans unborn

I slash a vein to gain unruly fluid for ink

And tell of houses yet unbuilt and castles lost in sea.

Their only friends being the leaden-winged sad eternity

And me.