wind tunnels,

loss of sight.

characters on stage.

hail storms,

cracking skulls.

all at rage-

again.

creeping masters

on the carpet-

those little squeaks

set in the floor:

they judge your

coming and your

going,

the louder,

the sneakier-

all the more.

Those creaking masters

tell all to me

and yet I'll roll back

over in my sleep

and leave these lessons

for another time.