The Glass Spire

- Self-ish
Please, oh please
Wrong be it I
— or is it I that is wrong —
to assume or
to — want is it?
no — it must be something
bent
to feel alone in
good company
or to laugh
so freely while
while,
— not alone, I
then why is it all
as sand caught in wind
impossible to hold
impossible to —
I’ve never really known how to connect, have I?
 
-Self-less
O’ at the lake’s
bleeding edge
where dragonflies
flit between the — reeds
there’s a rhythm to
it — the little fish
and birds which gather
speak say you
o’ no
the lake spills
to the river
e’re it flows
and you
speak
to fill that silence of
birdsong and water
to hold
the ending away
by weight of word
but we know their
measure
and I never was
—
 
-Bell
Alone you feel the
shifting of wood made
musty by damp and
disuse, rotted where
slimy water gathers
between joints and
cracks and
paint peeling away
and it settles
as you move
as it moves with you
that’s what it must be
when you alone
hear the groan
of wood stressed
above
or — below?
No, no, it must be above
and you, alone
pause, breathe, let the room settle
And it creaks and it groans and it pop, pop, pops like steps heard just around the corner, just around were you can’t see where light trickles through scum smeared windows, where light clots around the dark, only the dark can’t stay in one place, it shifts and the floor creaks and it shivers and the walls crackle and you are alone
you are alone
and the door behind you is closed
and you never heard it
 
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