There's a hole in the wall,
Covered in salt and leather,
Decaying by dampness,
Of which water trickles out and down,
Down to the ground.

The trickle floods the room,
Consuming all in its path,
Contaminating all in sight,
Of which turns water to heaps,
To ground down the sound.

Now throw away gravity,
Let everything float,
As the salt and the leather make holes in the wall,
Puncture the membrane,
And let vulnerability seep through the teeth.