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.