The bones of dogs in cages were kept below and inside the house was a home of sorts and the roof it was red the gate it was white where Wisteria climbed frames on the side of the house, it was broken, unstable without sitting down to sleep and all the boredom of the signs and sentances the lines and the fences, the descpription of something that was never there or was it there? as they continualy call as they spoke without speaking without moving their voices they held out hands and they were overcome into spaces of dark green and the following light that gave of itself and never took flight the instant of fright inside of the face as the shoe was lost the plate is broken in another heap of clothes the place the former place the same, the same place the erosion of place the never seen peace the overgrown place the left behind place the no place.
Leaf fall over all.