The following is a poem I wrote some time ago. It strikes me as in keeping with the general direction of this blog, as well as to the phantasmatic and pietistic nature of the internet in general and blogs in particular. The architectural setting of this poem is an apartment.

The Civilized Subject 
Confined to inner spaces 
I hear yelling on the stairs. 
Profane must be the places 
left outside. 
Architectonic races
To quell all our human cares. 
Insane must be the faces 
That don’t hide. 
Sanctify the inner sphere 
I doubt everything but mind 
Phantom could be the worldly 
voice of God. 
Hearken to the other fear 
Doubt in doubt can even find
Caution could be but the surdly 
guise of fraud.