My same self
On those 3 o'clock floors
Recalled:
The wheeze of the vents,
The secret romp of paws ...
The large house with Other
In other room
-- We may find ourselves
Together
As shadows in the dim
Blue glow,
Protrudingly
Not of the one.
Some nights,
With all that dark
To scale
There seemed no place
To hide
But I tried to anyway
Behind the cellar door
That was closer to the seed
That grew in the waste
And the death
To a precise
And rarefied
Frequency
Indistinguishable
From the all.
