I Walk
I walk
the
Drains.
Drains
through
which
I
imagine
myself,
repeated,
repeated
………..flowing
muck
pushing
muck
what
was
………..water
connecting
falling
in
one
another
other
labyrinths
under
me,
in
me
breathless
drowning
sound
sight
inundation.
I walk
I walk
.............
I still walk.