The span of a decade,
sequence of deep sleep
spaces you have never lived
pave their hollows into the brain
set off an equation
some other linguistic entity,
some field that shook its
stalks against a white porch light
in a storm
but that was not you there
somebody else
that is some other child now
at this very moment
who vanishes into a city
with memory of blues records
“Sally preferred the company of herself”
A window grey as a dream
or its many variants,
you observe the knots of wood
across an endless floor
mabel lee 
nicely done Mabel….thanks for sharing your words