What have i become?
The great growing angle?
A distancing distance,
Dancing away?

Uncontrollable/ unstoppable

As black smoke
Is in & off
As anything with life
Cursing its every cell

I am becoming/ tall

I am becoming away,
A great groaning angle.
A voice-like creak
That's not saying anything

It's only the sound/ of a closing door

What was i becoming?
Two seperate angles?
One growling &
One grinning