for R.D.K.
Lowered partly in haste,
slanting, half-open,
peering through strips of light, then
a flight of stairs leading up,
landing nowhere, then again
suddenly, something,
a bony rumour, a water drop
remembering a splash
the unforeseen
spills
messily exact
from a floor
made up higher
in its intent
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