Where turrets twist

light leaps around steps

long since merged
with the marks,

caressed into carpets

made bare by the burdens
they now bare,

secrets
stored in stairs that turn
ever onwards,
ever upwards,

always reaching for the rest
of the story

never truly told in the light

still leaping.

All Words and Photographs by Damien B. Donnelly

Photographs taken at the Musée de la Vie Romantique, Paris, France.