Sky Parlor

Peculiar, screwy, winding staircase With a dull shine, from yellow dimming bulb Together with fractured, clumsy, flight of steps Squeaking, as steps ascend into a shadow Among smelly air bolts, from the dark spaces Appears visible specks of dust balls, in abundance Lofty windows, grasping light emission In metallic strains of cloudiness Crossbars of the morning sun Twinkle on capacity chests broken Close by- brittle trunks worn out Rain spills, dribbling, occasionally Into the dim boudoir With old clutter furniture Where dreams are elevated And the phantoms of the night With shadows, profound, around the quarters Of murky dim spaces Comes moonlight full Into the eminent body Of a profound, established Adolescence, Sky Parlor