here goes nothin...
i loved that door, the way it
screamed subtly when i pawed
the rusted handle and slammed it
shut from the back. i was in
a basement, a sprawling mess of
books and chairs and trinkets, a cock-eyed
labyrinth of worldthings, somehow glorious
in the stillness.
i sniffed hugely four times,
one after the other.
scent of god-tombs, that ancient
fragrance of things forgotten,
lives forgotten, a grandfather's diary,
the last painting, the leftover
crescent moon brilliant in the
it was so quiet there.
i loved that place.