A shallow home a stationary time,
conversations with emptiness, works and worms its own persona non grata.
Twisting against the walls, the planes of my pavilion.
Echos the shallow steps of space.

Step by... Step...

Another foray into the fog, stumbling in a savage circle.
how long will the endurance last with lungs empty, eyes shut.
Tomorrow maybe the exit will be found.
Tonight there is only the bitter pondering, the pounding of feet.

Step by... Step...

The longest hallway.
Lingering lights.
Perhaps the misty morning door should be closed.
maybe...