Called you at midnight

you answered with no little reluctance

through the rusted ribcage of totalled phonebox,

saw the rusted renown of my smashed reason.

After one minute the receiver fades to fuzz,

my fists hammer walls that are not there,

I zip, buckle, put collar up, out

in space now walking and with each step,

the ground sinks a little further...

sinks a little...

sinks...