If the house in a dream br Is how I imagine myself: br br room after room br of furniture no one could use; br br stairs leading upwards br to nothing; an empty hall br br filling with snow br where a door has been left ajar; br br then whatever I make br of the one room high in the roof br br where something alive and frantic br is hopelessly trapped, br br whatever I make br of the sweetness it leaves behind br br on waking, what I know br and cannot tell br br is awkward and dark in my hands br while I stop to remember br br the snare of a heart; br the approximate weight of possession.