In the maelstrom of the family house,
upheaval, the transloading of dung
and debris from within, blockading
the exit to reality. The
vision-surplus, the vivid flower -
coloured pigments roam the silverscreen
with mute anxiety, the family home
sequestered high on rain bearing clouds.
Permit me to tamp this space of shame.
Let our sick secrets be ours alone
to bear and wear down its sharpness
to rhetoric and false memories
Panic! Art Gallery