Some earth down the block heaves and falls away. High cupboards fall onto kitchen counters and floors. Sweep of freezing atomic mist as the walls go. Turns out the roof was always a dreamy thing. It lifts away.
Smoke drifts from computers all around.
Surely all this commotion must be the huge and generous accident the dying know so well. Now comes weather that s new to you, now a tapping drum of blue light, now an old humming you know, depending on which dreams you ve asked to see. Where new glass forms everywhere new eyes, fingers and hands. New, and you re picking up boards and pencils. Seems hearing's gone silent, and in the calm you hammer cabinets, porch railings, thick teak doors.