Ahead:
the Cellar Door -
Vines knee deep,
shriveled by seasons,
by shadows.
Wood, (rotting)
Splinters, (for you hands)
Built into the ground -
(though no one asked her first.)

Above:
Sky -
Streaming,
Light and Sound.
[clouds]
When the sky breaks in two
there will be only
me, I.
We will walk,
rise, sink
to the places we remember first:
(The Cellar Door.)
But not even earth
can save us now:
It is time,
coming,
coming,
come.

(me, I : )
We scream,
[whiplash.]
and the sky
swallows the waves,
the Cellar
grabs our feet,
we are going!
Going!
Gone.