Dear Oblivion, I love
your old song. Let a spinning wheel be
my fireplace, the lit-up nerves of jellyfish
my universe. The greatest indication of truth
is laughter and maybe now I'm ready
to talk to my mother and father. This morning
I have the distinct impression my house
is about to crumble so let rubble be my crown.
Release the hound! What a joke, she's about
a hundred years old and when you look into
her almost-no-one-home eyes, you come to a river
and when you come to that river, float.
- Dean Young
from How to Glow
five branch tree