Who has been closed up in this closet,
chair pushed up against the door?
A panel bloodhound sniffs at the crack.
Night might be her story right? 13, the messages,
the planchette hovering over her name
to guide her through the labyrinth
the room, out into the house, and from the house
in flight. This daughter was convinced spirit
was sufficient to visit, that she alone could
restore time. 8 trees from this world, laurels,
have provided her statue with shade.