and then what
is the question not to ask
on wet mornings in cold halls.

Pound your head against the wall
if u would avoid that step
from which, there is no turning back

I stared at the onion long and hard
I peeled it slow, with somber heart
layer by layer, I fought the bulb
but nothing was found (nothing so profound)

So I drew a ship
in permanent wreck
and then vowed to perfect
a million ways of neglect.