the smoke of you. your house. your mouth. the glass silence between a flame your two cupped hands become wind you up a long long stairway your body a forest a forest which you enter watery leaves that inhabit the bluegreen world that you sleep in boat that would like to be you, take you to your worst fear a long stairway to your body walk with you, towards your sleeping slides its smooth grief enter that lucent cave of silver your worst fear a dark wave becomes