The World of Dreams

You wear everything and the music is full of
sounds in the room. Yes, I've been drinking.
This place was alone before you came here.
It was so loud I could not picture you or your
things. I was thinking of the Soviets and a
poem I composed to them. It did not work. The world ends.
I will go to the basement a
place in place.
Outside
the snow shines and you can see the far ends of
the yard now
but
will be invisible after it melts
in the evening.