Silences stalk beyond
The receding fences
Of echoes
In cramped rooms
Where the smoke swirls
And floats
And blurs
In knowable stagnant metric light
Which only has moulds of known
To impose on that unknown
And wall the tunneling song
With engineered clang
Resonating long
Strong, too strong.
I've lost my keys
And search with a torch
That flickers and jitters
And cracks with a flash
As I drop and drown
In rubble and ash.
