There’s a stillness in the air
that corrodes, these ossified bones,
and wakes the tremble of a heart-
a book of eulogies, unwritten and unspoken,
sinking into the dark depths.
tilted to the side;
1 makes haste, while the other waits.
isolation-dark place with a bright square;
gridded out like a city,
population of 1
now and forever.
i will not seek refuge
for behind this wall, stands me.
upon the collapse of myself
shall this tall wall fall.