Opened the entrance door,
and make-believe arrived with a doll on its surface,
arrived with the soil of the moon, it was impermanent
living with shifted screen life.
Lived not for pleasure, to hear the cry
in a small coil
of ice.
And heard through the oak panel—,
amazing to listen to speech
by way of adulthood.
To articulate velvet,
without noise or spectacle.