a capitulation

the thing is is that

the specific amalgamation

of whatever the material

I think it is called brass

that blows me into

a place

where I can sleep without disapproval or interruption

I think it is actually called brass

where I can sleep unmolested

it must be brass

or so it is called

there are certain days where I can skate upon

the ice of ontology oblivious

that I could fall through

at any moment

which I don't

though I can see it

below me

not inferior