Marshall Plan house of wood burns
on Roman stone
while Atlanta mansions
become ash

the language gate closes
and we are reduced to a terseness,
a gesture,
symbols

seeing people become themselves
trials
judgements
resolutions
costumes
masks
ends

fantastic holidays
far outside the zone
late walks long ways
home
sleep
impressions

a desk in rome
rain
cellular living
like citrus
like biology
signals

nothing for so long
then a sound,
a car on rain
a door opens,
you wander through