A murder, or exploration

Some things, we can, concluded
when it reached the other shore
to arrive intact though prudent
on the complicated moors

Theres a blackness that surrounds us
over briars and the floor
with a jelly-like precision
Hecate chlorine sulphur.

Nobodys at the end of the hall

A sometimes complication
self contained and never there
waiting for its own excision
plaintively atop the stair,

its a faint but fair existance
deigned and built upon subsistance

and a silent delaware.