sprawling on the fainting couch
staring at the walls -
at spider legs of cracks
and flapping strips too tall
to reach, they flutter -
a window must be open
the flushed face
feels fresh breath
a leg dangles off the plum upholstery
like a tentacle in death
another blouse button's come undone
another thought's been left
hearing nothing except everything
that's throbbing in the veins,
the silence of the darkness looming,
what's whirring through the brains
the heart was sick
the heart was free
the heart was lost to one at sea
it heard the cracks and dark and wind
it felt the light come beaming in
it still was sick
it still was free
it was found by the one who sees
