Wrong

stepping in, left and right.

right as wrong can be.

in the ether coagulant spins

into a frothed beard.

a hopeful thought can pass

but may not move further than

these bricks.

wrongfully yours might contain

the smoke of a spirit.

rises from the collar as steam.

it is freed.

splash through this ether

where there is no path!

no corners to cache from

darker pits of mindfulness.

no, this place is not haunted.

this place is dangerous.