The brain. If not subjected to senses depriving the whole image of reality. the stars align and planets submerge in the basement; where the child of a black cat, an omen perhaps lay under the building a girl when she takes the golden lock with the key her father obtained, barefoot the smile in which...unsettled me to the Kitten, it's grey eyes hung from the ceiling where the blue light emerged from the thinning gown of faces I seen and the moon where it closed the closet door embroidered in emerald where the body of a bride lay faceless in the afternoon. The cat pounced from the tree and the bird spread its wing only to fall into the pits where the mud sunk in the sockets of death. The golden lock stay hidden in the grass where the ravenous boy opened a contentless book to rip the pages, where he was pressured to darkness hiding sunlight from leaves. Where the rose die off and the lake bleeds with ink from the fish and creatures but the smile of the cat haunt him and the barrier of the animal stab at his chest where he ate the bread and drank the wine from the earth itself, he manifest of green and gold, lay in the ice and allowed himself death.