Live without protection, The
window testifies to the wind,
There is no safety in rooms.

Live in the shadow of the fall,
in the wood or glass or steel — did
we convince ourselves it mattered?

Live in the basement of hope,
in a dream for the sake of the
waking, with a bathroom and a view.

Live inside your mind, It is
empty and it is home — the door
a kind of remembering.