I stepped in and found steps are full of water..
three ladder
one ambiguous playground

the walls full of abstractions
I have always loved to touch
something concrete.

The third floor full of pictures
was her hallucinations
the downstairs of the third;
the second
the world of materialized agonies and dreams

Then the himalayan burden
of the house of leaves
the ground ,fell leaves.
home to the natives.

I
began to feel
the sensation of a concrete thing
down
from the third
to the second
a smalee gaze spread
of a foe, ofcourse.

her sentence
the touch of their voice
gossips, gazes
the story, he is alive, my concrete foe.