(home for heavy-mental rehabilitation)
loathing and fear.
tread and fingers are knitting the quiet madness of hands,
the tapestry of a lip.
always in crowds
(fear of entering, exiting, and the wall)
white into the wary, into a paint-distorted day.
they have nowhere to go but back, says the first voice:
drunken sperm pours madness into time, and
I hear them now, says the other voice:
they were walking for seven days,
washing their heads,
and dipping them into dark.
on the eighth morning,
they saw the plains.