Man-made

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.