ER by which I mean Eric Rensberger is uncomfortably in this coffin which I made for him the air around it feels it is already in another world where it will never grow stale and looks back with pity to this one of gusts and stinks and rooms locked for decades no light falls there for light has been made invisible as has dark so ER can wake if he wants and wave what he has stolen in the fresh air but can never see it or not see it or offer it for pennies of what it cost him at a yard sale or let go of it for if it fell it would be falling and rising as if gravity had lost its direction too