Unseen Knowledge

Dedicated to Cameron Mo

I have no use for words that can't convey
The indescribable depths
And corners
And corridors
Ventured by few,
But worthwhile for many.

Do you hear the hunger
Of the hallow hallways
Echoing the presence of a lonely voice?
The rumbling of "Help",
Modest, embarrassed;
Loud enough for a
Passerby
To stop and look
For the master, the host
Of this grand, old castle
Nestled in the heart
Of a skyscraper world?

It struggles each day
Against madmen in business
And historians,
Politicians
Who miscalculate its worth.

It's pressured to install
New elevators
And television;
It's scolded and cornered
For its vintage galore.

Its gates stay closed
For the host never hosts
Visits for those
Who choose to ignore;
Those who don't know
Of the castle's insides-

Modern and chic,
A world redefined.