Like I said
        it’s all in the
                reckoning
in the way
        your eyes close
                at the thought
of a key unturned
        by the mantlepiece
                brought down
through fire of
        unknown origin
                swept away
between the barren
        unknowable spaces
                that drift
to where you can’t
        remember
                the last time
you opened your eyes
        or if you did
                when they made
a sound.