Behind the wall
I sensed a monument of man.
And dreaming I could reach
through things
my hands grasped
and kneaded the world.
As if in a quake
a tremor from below
shook the room of the house
and walls fell
in an avalanche
of vacuum drifting away.
Like a scream
without a voice
words ceased to sound
and you and me ceased to exist.
At the same time
we were aware of it all
and still are.
