Again, the rustling of a piece of toilet-paper summons you back, bringing you pacing & fidgeting down the long cell-blocks of cubicles, trying the doors or pretending to be looking for a nickel until suddenly, your few seconds up, the automatic flushing system unleashes, discharging you back into your drowning.
Hart, stay back there & forget me-- forget this system their pumping refills, this stillness already being baited with fresh rustlings.
A queen's brief flaming left those ruined palace walls these peacocks strutting them at dusk One calls hideous with what its thousand eyes that cry in coming night behold.
Queer dawn whose birdsong is this "tink tink" of rocket-metal cooling on some planet remote as this broken radiator coming back on.
Strange hand that appears held out towards me asking-
"Am I changed so by coming from under this toilet partition wall?"
No one here but me and these gently bleating crickets
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