The growing of a clicking
sound of sticks all scattered
across the ground. And back
rebound on top the carpet.
Haunting sound reporting
off of velvet growing denser
floor on ground. A wall beyond
it borders floor, wall, ceiling.
Other walls and windows moving,
moving forward in a linear
progression. Awkwardly
as the song lollops on,
all alone, just behind. Is an
old sort of rime coming
back to me slowly.
