A Beating Locker

YES.

Peak into the veil that slightly waits.
Much smoke imbues these bands of fray.
Impressed by the weight of an unforgiving gulf.

A place without words.
A sunken vessel floating on purpose.
A liquid outside of its container.

Components of a deathly something.
Elements of an invitation.
Exactly...unspeakable.

All the rest is movement.
A certain rhythm shrouded in one stillness.
In this sand...a beating locker.

A
Beating
Locker