There's a leak in the ceiling...

And with every attempt I cannot seem to get it.

I get close and its neither shortened in distance, toying with me.

It runs from the bottom and splitting in two only to meet again above.

The wettness the wall cant contain make droplets that roll down asunder,

A hypnotic trance this obscurant puts one in that cant be fixed, toying with me you see?

Something so beautiful and unique, with its curves, it's cracks its form, I cannot seem to get.

There's a leak in the ceiling but no one here to fix it....

An original Lana Kayne poem.