Files of
vapour radiate from
a hub - a miniscule, consuming
origin - or, infinite fences
radiate from
a singularity and
radiate at
every fraction of
a radian. More freshly
painted, are wetter and
wetter as I
flee their source, the
godhead pall, then - my
conscious spirit seeps
exponentially as I
crawl - more bent and
more bowed - merging with
fumes from
wettening planks.