and you
decades the photos on the wall
this immense panorama
that feels like life
moving towards actions/reaction
starting something
stuck
in your head
like a blindfold round
yr neck

and your sister and brother
feel like characters in a dream.

  everything
decays the photos on the wall
you are please, so happy to

want real danger
with the prow of the house

you are please so happy to
quietly, peculiar

a hundred times
directing
how you find me absent
when i'm stoned
all the time lost
never going forwards