What is this lonely place you see
no refuge here
no legacy
no arc of blood
no continuity
but a special kind of violence
a creeping dizziness
released by razors
propelled by a pressure
that builds beneath your harbor
while you relish your calm
knowledge stacked to the rafters
you will find no quarter here
it lay in the shadows
it lay in the depths
always there,
patient,
solemn,
unrelenting.