I was pulled under Gravity
To a moth-eaten atmosphere
Mildew stained the eyes of the carcasses
What a silver-pricked place
The figures of eight legs
Climbed down the red walls to greet me
Surrounded by them
They stabbed me with the white
And green-painted
Fainting to black, I fell to grey
Beyond the Ninth Level they carried him
They lay him down in experiments
Bending their joints all together
TIME'S ARROW