Descension

Down the stairs the balding man steps.

Gingerly.

Steady is his progress,

Unsteady is his energy,

As he is ever unready.

He descends.

Onward, he descends.

Quaking, he descends,

To an unclear end.

Downward to the unwelcome basement,

He descends.

Boots echoing in the caged abyss,

Paralyzed breath steamed amiss.

B.T. One-hundred and three,

These panicky degrees,

Set sick creativity free.

His heart chirps inside its nest,

Critically straining its palpitating chest.