The Nowhere Tower
The cold stairs,
the cold, hard, stairs,
the cold, hard concrete stairs,
the cold, hard, concrete, piss-stained stairs.
He climbs,
climbs to the stars, the cold, hard stars,
climbs to the starlight
that glitters in his black eyes.
.
Thighs walk up a spine.
Upwards, bootlaces tugging a brain.
,
Head dizzy, legs stretched up
into a light-bulb head,
tortured tendons
trembling elastic bands.
He leans his cold, wet forehead,
on a locked, wet, metal door,
his body is bent like a question mark.
He sees distant glimmers,
glimmers of starlight,
starlight
down,
way down in the cold, black stairwell.
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