Tohu Wa-Bohu and htuklam

Small feet mine, uncalloused

and unlassoed

Plod scuffled and pawed the halls a'night

Adorned in silence

The filigree of dreams

Nameless and holy so

In shoes I moved about the sidewalks and

Sideways talk of

Budding barbarians and clumsy youthful hearts

Always slipping out before the end

I knew better place not to be

Formlessheavy

Now a tourist striding somber situating

What parts of mine were forged

A gallery of portraits from

Strange angles and stranger hands

Disquieted in this marvellum

Itching to slip out

Again before the end again

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