Kitchen Sinking

Between the echoes and expression, I found our private heaven, Atop our legs rest the exception, The end of our dire question, Translucent through dust plumes from Dresden, I notice it has risen. The murmurs surround cheap kitchen drawers, Absence pools in grooved contours, Their shadows exit from under the floor, Fairness comes from who keeps score, Free falling down the escalator, Alarms resonate the core. Silence is hard to rationalize, Even for the compromised, To obey what feels wrong to despise, Is why we still coincide, Accommodating fungus and flies, Is how we choose to survive.