I heard the bell ring
I wondered who was there
There was an orange sky behind the mountain
Just a silhouette of a horizon
And then I was in the car
Looking out the back window
And I saw the nose and eyes
Closed on that ancient face
And the corner of the post
And the cut-glass chandelier
A flashlight looked at me
I couldn’t even see the hand
The side of the wall had two windows
Green light shone through them
Maybe an ear and a touch of hair
Somebody’s at the door
But it’s so hard to see
Imagination’s taking over me
I got geometric patterns
There’s lightning bolts and shafts of vapor
And a long coat in the haze
They’re waiting for me to come and see them
But I keep imagining it’s not there
It’s back in the black and the red and the yellow
And the storms and the arrows and hieroglyphics
I can find out who you are
I can think about the stairs (stares?)