Listen!
MY HOUSE The bushes are growing up around my house, they surround me and darken my living, birds nest in them and they surround the nests with leaves, rain falls in them and they close in on the fine streams of water tickling the lustrous skin of their stems, I live in their midst gone crazy, I am beginning to sing without words and lay eggs, my fingers flatten and turn green and I love it, I think my feet are melting and dripping into the floor, no wait they are growing fibers, I can feel down to the cellar, its delightful dark, and to whatever is beneath the clay beneath the cellar.