A backwards promise tied through in pittance-
an empty confrontation
closing in faces stern and the usage of shoes
at the end of some chapter,
some example of life.

It is a things beginning,
a wandering womb that is myself,
turned gangrenous with twisted mark
and feature, crawling up into my chest
To make home with all other things motivated by the cloying and eyeless angel of the house, all things falling to the usage of shoes.