the taxidermy eagle stares me down
as I'm disappearing from the world
concealed beneath the stairs
stiff green upholstery threadbare
I'm more archaic than the air
at a four sided table with five chairs
I hide in a labyrinth's best kept secret
publicly my own
believers find me not

cursing passerby on my journey
the room smelled of smoke
wisps circle tightly quartered soldiers
exhaustion coats the air
My perceptions adjust to the dreary film
observing heavy bodies accompanied with longing
pointed ambition devoid of thoughts
wooden floorboards shift to accomodate the change
I tilt the cube

marred by the ocean my attention drifts
rage reverberating in tension shifts
black ice to fill my heart
connecting body parts
I'm on a different plane

two suns
her eyes set the room ablaze

the paint is peeling
but magic runs up the walls
a cubed room is spinning
my body flips as I'm face up with the hall

I arrived like the moon on the rind of golden hour
the sweet aroma of honeysuckles coating the air
heavily released through May's warm breath
the sun declined
adding a thick amber layer to the hazy spring eve as it drifted
refusing to answer the infinite call of flowers wafting in the breeze

If I took down the moments around me
in words or with fists
challengers would no doubt arise