I am closest to midnight
because it, like my closet
does not need to open.

Water rising into a wall
I walk through 
into an inside 
the wall a wall now
and five others
and a sixth above me
and a seventh below

all wood 
all woods smote into a door
and after, shot through with glass
the door, which melts it, the glass
buried in the sand by a sign.

A glass lamp spits out a bird.
A table beside an open window.
Clouds on the ceiling
rain in all the glasses.
The clouds, like drawers
opening one by one.

Dry, I enter under a rain cloud 
and stay dry.

Love, and I am all fours
and lost in the window.

I Am Closest To Midnight33 w Natalia

shiner's edge