Twisting redoubled repeats,
Bilocating always with the black water
Blacker through the ferrying floes.
The haunting Gaga and odd aromatic almond incense
Both recall retirement basement cigarettes and potpourri.
Stairs up and then down over secret crawls,
Secret insular corridors up stairs and behind doors,
A window unit and armchair haunt with songs
And voices creak in stairwells.
The black water’s silent consciousness is pervasive beneath the hum.
And never is there silence without, never is there an end.
The same beginnings always and the ice.
Presented in ‘The Shining’ theatrical aspect ratio.