(Inspired by Yves Bonnefoy)

I woke up, it was the house where I was born.

The wind was ringing softly

Around the frozen pipes.

I stood on the floorboards

Staring at a deer in the hallway,

Staring into its black eyes.

Upon closing the front door,

The walls started cracking,

Like a weak dam in heavy rain,

An installation containing dangerous forces,

A vacancy wrapped in a night.