i know why you don’t like this house

you know I’ll never leave it

far away

do you know i’m in trouble

best friend

not only because

a mirror

in a line up

of pasts

sensations

as my hands balance

above the fire place

these timbers the valleys

hum

virtual can’t replace unconscious

species has learned hormonal, neural histories

old spectacles of fire and animals

flame which is everything

besides money

which is just survival