Ink

Door of light,
overhead
slide close
and drip wet
urging away
wheels that scamper
and minds,
still and elsewhere
absolve
needs to negotiate,
becoming observers
of a mad efficiency
against crack
and crevice alike,
and laughter mild,
tight-lipped
with breaths deep,
hurried, shaky, assured
breaks with
and a fountain of warmth
at beginning's end.