off my shoulder
a figure moves across
the shutter door

a better view emerges
under the glass

the fire that burns through this
expression is now
seasonal,
sorry to say

learn to be less haunted

a house of blueprints
with eraser eyes, adjusting
to tiny movements in the earth’s crust

borrows a slick pen and
draws a pull
from the workers in the field,

using blindfolds as headbands,
bent over the endless work
that comes with surrender to the flow

no railings in heaven
says the fine print on the
waiver

it seems reasonable when
faced with the alternative

a brick staircase and
heavy rains

a concrete tie trail
and chains

the method is revealed.
part hologram, part
floating screen, part
illusion, all trick,

walk around it until you are ready to watch it