The sound of footsteps
Echo down
The narrow hall
And the door
slowly squealing
Shuts
Ker-lunk
In Silence
Splashes of vision fleck
Insubstantial walls
Drifting to the pulse
Of a darkened ocean
By the will
That holds
These silken
Thoughts
In Silence
Spun lazily
Around
To feel
This space
Endlessly
Here
While all is held
By the gossamer threads
Of the watcher
Echo down
The narrow hall
And the door
slowly squealing
Shuts
Ker-lunk
In Silence
Splashes of vision fleck
Insubstantial walls
Drifting to the pulse
Of a darkened ocean
By the will
That holds
These silken
Thoughts
In Silence
Spun lazily
Around
To feel
This space
Endlessly
Here
While all is held
By the gossamer threads
Of the watcher
