Film of filth on false beige windows.

In acrid orange bronzed, wasp circles bulb.

Musical fugue, obliging opus, replenishes rhythm;

Woman on cusp of chaos in midst of month

Amongst anxious fiends that gouge tufts, 

Sculpting monstrous pierced wounds.

Husband in foyer glimpsed a silver gulf;

Secret sanction of angels,

Nothing emptier.