Where the
Corner
Drowns in
Silence -
Holding its
Breath,
Preserving its
Moments,
Retreating from
Sound to
Stillness;
In minor
Depths of
Coolness
Spiked
With the
Grey matter
Flecks of
Living -
Sponging,
Swirling,
Stinking
Striking,
Killing – the
Waves lap
Rough against
Wall faces,
Leaving their
Level,
Faint grey
Markers: how
Low these
Points can
Go.

rjw, 2/11/03