Not a sound. Not a single sound.
Something in the mechanism had been moved
as a result of which the dog failed to bark.

Suddenly, visitors dropping by
intruded into the corners, stood everywhere, wasn’t that it?
The house has always been weak.

Among themselves, testing us
(every chair taken, dour light from the ceiling)
wild gestures climb up the walls.

Blood falls while shaking.
Do you see what’s happening? You’re doing well
to fit into the place in this way.

Truth, which I don’t assume
you sometimes need to keep quiet to understand
the unforeseen in nature.

This isn’t going anywhere
but look around you.
Everyone is here.