The House on Quicksilver Street


 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

Faded
eau de nil walls
++++++++only visible
inthesmallspaces
++++++between barometers.
 

Thermometers
dwindle
in alcoholic cups,
surfaces cluttered
with sphygmometers
and inflatable cuffs.
 

Insidious escalation:
 

minuscule changes
invisible to the naked I.
 

Pressure swells,
temperature
++++++c r e e p s,
convex menisci
climb glass chambers
until instruments
rupture simultaneously,
releasing snaking silver –
 

spectral lines
irradiating
toxic fascination.

 
 

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