I make this mark as a way to begin
A doorway through which to enter
The music is vaguely religious
With deep, folk-root, overtones
The heavy curtains are drawn
Spotlights cast long shadows
I have read from Edgelands; learnt of an artist by the name Chell of who might well have captured the verges that I hoped to draw, or write of
I have read from Falling Upward of the two halves of life; reflected on my strong similarities to the failings of others on the road to maturity
Before the fever takes hold
As I fear the fever no doubt will
I stretch full to say ‘then take me’
To write as would a man possessed
I make this mark as a way to end
A doorway through which to depart
