a courtyard consisted of a simple labyrinth owl and horned viper
reed leaf bathrooms of folded cloth & quail chick powder water in a pool occupied a damp living room Door bolt bedroom on the second floor with mat, basket and arm
tables chanting like hills
Many of the lion chairs were threadbare a vulture atop several free-standing wooden cabinets fireplace forming a mouth
an empty pot stand a piano player's hand family portraits of cobra, candlestick, and loaf dating from the dim rope & knotted rope into mid-20th century
many of the rooms were rather dark
Owen
My life in Hieroglyphs
I own three ropes, one with a loop at each end, one a candlewick, and one that is knotted that is all my ropes, and one is a light
I have a mouth, a loaf, water water in a pool, a courtyard, a mat I have a door bolt
with folded cloth and basket with my hand, arm and foot I set out for the hill, I do not say Nature
I call it horned viper or cobra, owl or vulture, or lion and the quail chick is part of my tally three birds, two snakes, one mammal
add to this, placenta—sheen of mortality and the reed leaf I need to write, to remember, to resist
