Mysterious Space

I dreamt of a vast church and when I awakened
I was holding a toke.

My church had become a shed with a curved roof
(space-frame bow trusses), open, gravel floor,
same style of old ladies, only many more of them,
and silent, solid husbands to match,  but plenty
of younger people and much more wild and
informal compared to the small congregation that
would assemble in the 19th century frame church.

The minister who replaced Larie wore a
white sport coat and sat at a tiny organ and
sang the same songs with the choir right there.

There were groups throughout who chatted
about this and that at full volume during the service
throughout.

There was rain and it took a long time to find
a seat but once I found an open section,
there were plenty.  Even for programmers
and bloggers.

Time

I had some lines this morning and
I forgot them.

I did have this one on the time element:
You're young.
You have the world as your oyster,
and what do you do?
You look in the mirror
and see your acne.

Time passes, and you see the
door you just passed through in the tunnel
and of course it's locked so you can't go back.

You glance in the mirror and
the acne is gone,
but now look if you have time.

The lines,
the wear and tear
of this determined
piece of work.