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 of Chell who might well have captured the verges that I hoped to draw, or at least to 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 immaturity
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
