4624. I LIVE

I LIVE
I live in a house where most people aren't :
where the walls are the floors and the ceilings
have ears. Where invisible is the dimension the
builder somehow used, and solid is only the air
within that melts. As Berman put it, 'All that is
solid melts into air.' I wouldn't know a direction
if you gave it to me whole.
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I live in a house where the only landscape is...
the bluff of myself; where the light in intangible
but the darkness hard and strong. When I arrived
here, there was no future; now, set to leave,
I can see there really is no past.