and the beautiful windows

and the rippled glass

and the splintering wood

and the thousand pieces of a thousand true crosses

and a thousand saints’ bones

and the white feathers

and the silver sky

and the floating turns to swirling turns to eddies turning

and a thousand toy-like blizzards

and building blocks of blizzards one on top of the other on top of the other

until until until it’s and and and

and the white, monster white wall

and the tall panes

and sent from the room

and the scratchy wool

and buttons

and no respite

and no turning back

and we know

that we are going home