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                Woolwich Central –
                making life better II

                outside the sectioned late-Victorian gothic house
                I know how much I cannot be the superhero
                to the voice sustained in high-register vengeance and edge of fear
                let alone the silent voice that sits by the hollow dividing wall
                under the table

                can I rend those walls asunder
                and pike the onslaught with a single glance
                deep into the whorl of flinch and recoil
                of a lifetime?

                can I scoop up the silence and hold it foetal
                forever safe from the division and board
                before the window?

                                can I

                may the pain of scream and the silence of numb
                build the very thirteen floors of open-plan living
                in the centre of the city that they never quite found
                when they first committed their lives together
                for life

                and may all the fear and cower magnify transparent
                exponential to the tangle that pulls it all tight
                into its own relief – the space forever at its heart
                as the space between these words
                that allows them to be read

                thank you





life wormhole: Notre Dame
lifetimes wormhole: calm down
passing wormhole: there
Plumstead & walls wormholes: Bonus Books
space & Woolwich wormhole: Woolwich Central – / making life better
superhero wormhole: HA!
table wormhole: table
Victorian houses wormhole: Victorian / houses / uphill / Brighton
voices wormhole: varnish
windows wormhole: ruddy pink
words wormhole: poessay III: jijimuge
writing wormhole: write / in / g