Nocturne

I was in the pine scented photograph

Laying on the cold ground

And the boundary was spreading like disease

Like disease

And there were no boundaries left to cross

Only the space imagined from due discourse

I was in the boundary

Abducted by border guards in the back country roads

Back country roads

Back

And there were no

No atmospheric devices

There were no bombed out

And the basement was so moldy and wet

Mildew spread like spiderwebs on these back back back country roads