glazed and wired on this strangest day 

choking on everything in me 

scraping the tar from the garden walls 

this duty frightens me 

deep the well 

deeper still the weight of my descent 

torrid waters emerge 

an acrid feast of sparrows drowning 

and in twilight hours 

it hopes to dream of restful places 

weeping as one 

the rain is all we have 

all we have

vultures fanning me 

with their hungry shadows 

they cannot hear the ticking inside my head 

so they bury me just the same 

deep the well 

deeper still the weight of my descent 

filling, surrounding me 

i too, become 

the well 

i too