xxxxxxvii.

it's not for me this sort of thing
what you say,

what I saw--I see the light
flare, on the sill

the sky flares in the round,
in the point--

it's not for me what you saw,
what I see--

I hear the scrape on the ground
of your feet, it's not

for me, where you go--not
for me what I hear

it's not for me but I hear
the crickets click

I see the walls crack, I see
the grass brown,

the roots crack, what I see
foundation, dust

I see the sun paint the broken
windows--I say

I--see, not for me, I go
just,

not for me, I
hear not for me

I go