Pilgrim's Progress - Day When

The new and thick shag-carpet won't hold me - is it quicksand; flood perhaps? And these walls: - you might convince the picture-frames, but might I wander your milky depth? As fridge appears all steady act, but I know you're halted water, convention-encased; boxed by name, as infinite depths swim at the granite kitchen top; as the bedroom doors thin skin.

I won't use you - I can't name you. But I will walk through our listening views: you're a flood in stall; you are breezes boxed. This giddy we we are.

Life in a Suburb: Day When.