Clenched jaw.
Tense body.
I am chained to a dream
That travels into my memory.

The ashes in the closet
They speak to me in a child's voice
Innocent and silvery voice.
They are calling me to listen.

Listen to her story.
The rush of greys grab
My hears from her tales.
And my body tightens.

Not only am I bound,
But so is the metallic voice
In the closet that begs
Through joyful salutations.

My bowels ache and visage
Will cringe with pain.
Set me free!
My body will not budge.

Tighter and tighter wound
Is the web shining web
Cast in the same chain
As her ashes in the closet.

Still glowing is the silver light
Upon my bedroom table.
It begs me to follow and To free.