a landscape tormented in shapes
so the farther down I climbed
the higher I reached
the farther west I walked
the more east I arrived
the buildings I found had no doors
only windows into rooms
a classroom
a laundry
a kitchen with a dozen cooks working
but no one inside could hear me
I climbed to the roof
and found a path down
to the level of the second floor
but no way down from there
and the ground below
sloped so steeply the gravel had hooks
to keep from sliding down
and the rocks who released and rolled
tumbled over a precipice
but never ever struck
anything that sent back sound
not any I heard
so I hunted
and crawled ‘round a sunroof
with people dancing below
and toasting with white wine
and talking so animatedly
their gestures almost sloshed the wine
but none of them
none of them
looked up at me peering down
I wandered on
around the heaves of a roof
that reminded me of an ocean storm
and found a porthole
behind which a woman
cut out the parts of a dress
and I finally found stairs
that went down and down and down
to a platform fifty feet above the roof
from which I could see
or thought I could
the walls of the estate
and a road running past it
perhaps
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