To Fall Down

Fell into the space between thoughts

His six plump breasts surged and emptied

All desire and language fell away

And just as he began to grow transparent

The image of a cabinet occurred to him

It’s open doors a symbol of inanimate mercy

The temptation to struggle was rehabilitated

But the cabinet soon tumbled away

Pulled by the gravity of a distant stream

The tips of ideas exposed in its current

Like feet from under a long dress

That modest glimpse of flesh which belies

A profound expanse of passion

Hidden in a cavern of billowing cloth

And he fell and his body leaked