Even the stairs were like a madmen stumbling through the hallway.
The walls of the room became shorter, his responses to people contrite.
Consequently he grew abject, quite morose, evading
His own image reflected in store windows,
No, even the probability of his own distribution began to slip out of time.
In practice he passed all of his own tests.
It became a matter of practical concern
Whether he would take care of it once and for all
Was anyone’s guess.
Like all the others that he carried in a sack inside his heart
Oh, he didn’t like using that word, he would rather be silent reinventing
The persona of a young man with inner strength,
No, rather than that, an increase or decrease in the past
That he kept living through unseen
Moving about like the rings of an actual transgression.
The coherence occurred slightly after this, in all probability
The distribution remained in the same room
Between the brain importance, and the lie- to-himself,
Isolated from his soft, young desires like a comatose cat.
No complaints.
No blame.
And in whose debt would this too weight upon him.
To evaluate the new roof of his inner strength, the barrier of this emptiness,
The young man had the presence of mind to bring these events to a close
Consequently, he was more like a death by the end of it
Calling out to passersby with the finesse of an evaporating celebrity.
He was sick; it was true, all this indicating the presence of an active desire
For something outside of himself, something relevant to his obligation
Something that would be a higher percentage
This of course was not to be, the dark sky with the absence of any sun
Told him this. The fog that swirled and coddled his feet and sealed this page
Told him this.
Bound by this agreement he knew any further action would be irrelevant.
