Stop.

Start.

Reverse sideways upstairs to the locked door.

Solid oak, pale brass lock, peeling paint shakes of the loose banister.

She never stopped.

Silence breaks it stale forgotten.

Black lines dance to the manic beat.

The house of flies pause.

Harmony is infinite, only layers know

Each its own. Define or compress. Regress or foil.
Defence in knowledge.

The dog smiles, a nun wraps. Lies are the only truth

Instant judge goes to the drive thru.

In the corner its calm, pulse receededs.

White light.
White light.
Metal sounds close.
Eyes to red.

Awake.