I wait in the quiet
not to scatter the voices
then snarled in cypress
I shift through a
hollow of gypsy moths
hidden in the moon daze
a voice unstilted slithers above

What is it like out there, beyond this place?

-everyone hunches in the crowd

like the rainbow snake
the voice makes home
around me and moves in
the mad underground
under me

What are you afraid of?

-to be quiet in another voice

*-to run like water