leaded grey seamed as soldered. we stand together, there is no gender, no one mentions it no more
here
they did in the tate
modern
gigantic genitalia
liking autumn, our fall & liking travelling
i visit winchester today near an old home no longer home. i fear to return there nightmares reccuring
the flat, the trap
the madness
those days i escaped to the sea, gently floating for hours becoming spongy avoiding the need to return until dark, when turning the key opening the door found chaos screaming
dreaming
in this crypt i find
all is quiet par the dripping in a quickening rhythm ; a storm outside .
water seeps in drips from my clothes pools the floor
feel the rain pour through me scouring pain and it is better this way
i look across; it is taller than me by a foot with head bowed
stands before me silent
i stand before it silent
two of us
just two of us
some may say one of us
dripping settles
i do not know you
i do not know anyone really
only think i do
you cannot know me
secrets never told not to be told
here
now
ever
enough to be here in this place of quiet
water rises to its knees while i move higher
wait
a while to think remember you and you and you
all those that left
everyday some one dies. we do not know them all
i have found solitude and like it; have achieved my solo flight a quiet life