Somn 6 - East Of The Wall

Strutted past partway

A tug on the shoulder

What should’ve been sly fell to the floor

Stricken halfway down

Shrugged the remainder

Cutting the crash

Sighed to the lights and out

Slowly shapes, estranged passersby

Show revolt with grievance in mind

A moment in time, and swept up in flight

Breathed in the smoke, and feeling exhaust

Scolded at midday, shook by the shoulder

Balanced in spite of the attempts

Passed out maybe once

Then to the doorway

A gentle push, then harder along

The binding of woes, some alchemical ichor

Down it all, then just wait

There’s a light by the window

It’s old and it’s dull like the night

We’re here for a moment

Wipe off the proof of our lives