So: onto the familiar top steps!

in cloud-scud moonlight glow

the Tower reels.

I, the blind man,

feeling for a path I know...

don't you know that I'm only feeling for how to feel?



Rats run.

Snakes coil.

Fathers,

stare out at the whispering night;

rub mud on their arms.



Spiders,

Mud boils,

Children

whimper in the human vortex;

faces glow of worms