elevator walked to the house
in the rain, singing quietly
in the door and over the dry floor
to the large bed.
essences waving and the fire crackles
smoke leaks through the mortar
soon the house is a roaring furnace of clean heat
elevator takes a bath
makes dinner
watches the screen for meaning
an everlasting moment
out to the garage
the diminished chord to the major
word to word
space is dark.

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