All of the silence that Alma gives me today, br Finds me cultivating myself, a gray landscaping for br A flooding grave: br Even though as always the cars come, seething, spinning br Their wheels, br And making their wishes over the head rooms of the br Roofless yards; br And it is painful to breakdown, realizing all of the scars br Drop you so far away br From Mickey Mouse, like Dorothy up amidst the stratosphere, br Pirouetting while asleep, br In the dance classes of lighter than air angels, br While their fathers fence beneath the smoldering eyes of the br Stand to for cats br Who seem to smile as if they know it all: br And I am sure that they do, br Even as the passageways tend to run down until there are no br More monsters, br And in the dark locis of bedrooms without incest, br The heroes diminish without candle light until they are without br Anymore need for themselves.