On Viewing a Segment of the Main Building of Glasgow University Through a Narrow Window

You are tall.
Quite angular, I have never noticed
Gothic arches, Gothic turrets, Gothic windows
Just pure
Gothic
I view the world through a narrow window
Sitting in this large white hall
Within my own space
Own realm of time
Yet onwards life goes
On and on

We are quite similar, dear building
In the sense, at least, that we are out
Of time, I mean
Maybe out of this world also
You are existent in a world that changes
Yet does not change
And I stay here despite the world around me
Busy lives making busy work
Drink, sex, fornication, essays, deadlines
All due, due, due
Yet I am a dull-witted fool
Doing nothing now,
But just existing.

A tree obscures part of my view of you
But I do not mind
Because I know, really, what you look like.
You are, all in all, after all, simply
Divine.

Sleep Coming

Slowly falling asleep
I am
Slowly falling asleep
Boring
Dull and trying to
Listen
Yet
Slowly falling asleep