What self-absorbed patterns are there on this wall:

a convergence of voices texturing generations

born through and beyond war, this baby boomer’s legacy

passing up plaster, wiring, pipes,

to live on the threshold of a division between parts.

Step through …

There must be hundreds

of Latin derivatives for it,

and we too must have something similar

when getting back to our roots,

easing up through the pelvis of laughter’s sinew and bones,

white here, a froth thin as nail parings, …