whirling confessions – the hum and the blur
the cracking and the creaking,
the groaning, the whirr

the deadness of deafness, the soft burley beats
a shifting to alcoves of flows and deceit
inside monumentals that buttress routine

A capital method – to seek is to glean:
a cage is a window and its pane is a place

Ahead metal weather leaves its deep trace
a manner of being, of rushing for a pace

A haphazard exit, a flame-like transition
that births me to comfort, to forgo my mission

written during an audio walk tour through the CFC main house and around the grounds