solipsist missive

half way up the stairs
the wall the banister
my hands with weight pushed
fall through the wall
dragging up finger tips
through lucid molecules
the spectrum of colors
extended to the door
from underneath

shadows follow darkness
over pace the floor
the gray air makes quiet
my arm through the wall
plucking water and the next step
behind down
without footing in bed
pulling at the elastic sheet
until there is no stretch

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