the avuncular precipice
virgin at 50
he stopped
giving himself
answers
.before
;here now
?revelation and redemption
:future
while listening
to train and clock
pierce, disassemble
the empty vapors, clouds
of the black night
sky
the clock: on the wall clicking and ticking the tally of hours and minutes
the train: at the waterfront blaring and clearing its way on the tracks
him: hearing movement and time with no purpose but quiet
in a land where noise is renumeration
in a place where sound is validation
in a home dark with vibrations
his contribution is his inhalation and exhalation
profound and audible
he decides to prostitute
at 50
the voices of himself
shouting at each other
over the empty cliff
void of color and substance
emiting more
questions
