step by step
Step by step I
distanced myself from the table lamp
which was
transformed into a gleaming circle down there
in the hall,
and the black patent leather shoes pointed their noses
open-mouthed
towards the doormat. At the top of the stairs
I had come as
far up beneath the sky
as it was
possible to come. The world fell into place
on the dark
ceiling in the shadow of solid tiers of joists
and bent
piping, as at a museum
where all the
artefacts are marked with labels
that state
origin, properties and how long they
have been in
use. For many a long year I collected dogmatics
in stiff
archive boxes, for I had forgotten
that the world
is there to be misunderstood, and that people try
as best they
can to act in good doubt. I suddenly yearned
back to the
smell of the socks with holes in the wardrobe,
the wet
raincoats hung up to dry, the gleaming elegies
of the posters.
Step by step I calmly descended
with my hand
firmly gripping a perplexed banister.
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