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-             - , 2015

 

The time of day lost

between

one and the next

should be filled with –

nothing

 

A creak to open

eight steps

switch on

and so begins the rhythm

 

up                                         up

     down                                     down

 

front                     back

front                     back

 

up                                         up

     down                                     down

 

 

front                     back

 

Switch off

eight steps

a creak to close

muffled noises

fade to –  

 

A fountain gushes

through the walls

while ceilings won’t

stop speaking

 

Light floods the space

and weighs on eyes

among phantom rooms outside

where darkness

holds their walls up