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.