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they say that when it opens

everything will be swallowed up


we fear the pleat will devour us

but continue to live in this hotel

without quite knowing why


everyone here drinks too much

it gives us the courage to carry on


we eavesdrop on the furniture

hoping for a telltale whisper

an unguarded lapse in silence

that might lead us to the place

where the pleat lies waiting


the night porter tells me he often

mistakes the dust for snow

a snow that will not melt


you'll say the pleat is just a rumor

the thing we worry about in order

to live with the reality that

nothing here ever gets done


groping in sulfurous light

blinded by the mist that

settles over the darkest hour

as we stagger into bed

more dead than alive

our search goes on



January 29, 2011