it was upon looking away
that I saw how
everything was either
    in or out
   of context
but that the two had become
pretty much the same

I began to make things up
  about you
assign attributes
at a            whim
you became
a sort of coloring-book
only the lines kept changing
& I gained the power to create an
  alternate dimension
where the air was stagnant
& everything really was
relative

& there i built a house
out of those particles
that were more likely to be present
   than not
‘twas a nice house
as it usually obeyed the laws of physics
  & had central air-conditioning
& if you care to know
I lived there
quite comfortably
for a year or two  with
Gutenberg’s blessings
& Emily Post
& Schrödinger's cat
& my false-bottomed hat
             & such words that I wrote
       & such words that I wrote
which i thought might resemble you