Arthur Lutz

a forgotten door in a room i'll never occupy hangs slightly ajar

mornings where the city sleeps but my imagination never does

blueprints for the invisible city are scattered in my shoebox

The foundation creaks beneath the weight of a thousand tiny dreams

When brick by brick, a new universe is born

Sometimes the best way to build something is to start with nothing at all

The foundations are shifting, and I'm still holding the blueprint

A forgotten bookshelf stands tall in my garage, a sentinel guarding ancient knowledge and dusty dreams Tonight, I'll finally give its contents a voice – not to enlighten anyone, but to calm my own restless mind

The thing about foundations is they can shift on you overnight

Mason jars for my soul