there it is. There is not one, but many. That is what one is told. It is dark. One sees nothing. It is too bright. Still one see nothing. It 
is the same. It never was. So one is told. At once. And before. It is like building. Like a building. It is like tears. Like tearing. Like 
terror. How one cries out. It is that it is crying. It is saying no. It is that. Asking. It is asking. It must make sense. That is what one is 
told, so one is told. It makes no sense. The same. It never was. Because it is dark. They sleep. There is not one sleeper, but many. 
They sleep. Because it is dark. On occasion, one walks past them. The noise can wake them. They hear footsteps. And, because it is 
dark, they grow suspicious. Walking loudly, one increases the probability that they will awaken. Walking loudly, one increases the 
probability that they will grow suspicious. It is suspicion that feeds their dreams. That they breath like apparitions. In dreams, there 
is an above. A below. An apparition doesn't heed these divisions. It emerges inside. Spreads itself out. Envelopes the whole of 
speech. There are many and there is one. There are never none. There is madness and falling. The inverse of this is considered 
likely, but cannot be verified. There is a lesson. How one grows old. How the light dims. How it brightens. One learns this. That is 
what one is told. One learns the safe life. The dangerous one. So one is told. To live dangerously is safest. It is like walking. Walking 
loudly. How suspicions grow. It is dark. It is mad and it is falling. It is sane and it is rising. It is not rising. It may be sane. It is safest. 
It isn't. It is inside. And then it is out. There is not one, but many. There are never none. On occasion, one. Only how many 

this is what one is told when it grows dark,
when one walks loudly, how it is like 
falling, footsteps loud in the breath 
of ghosts, how the building grows from inside
to out, how it is the same: 

that there is not one
but many who cry from rising
in the light, like a lesson torn
from a speech about growing

it is safest
there is not one but many
there are never none
so one is told,