RANDOM CAGES There is a fracture I am pulled inside out of. A hairline travelling one end to an other. More noticeable in the dark since it makes a sound. One hears only at the point of not listening. Imaginary Landscape #4 structures music in random cages. 24 performers twiddling 24 knobs on 12 radios: volume & station. The border between self & the rest impossible to dissolve. 2 lizards locked straining in opposite directions is also music. Between me & the door the haunted breathing of furniture. Outside a stranger sloshes moonlight in a pail. What hand or door records the knock that is not knocked? Who can say if the hand clenched & the hand open is the same? If there was no god, it would create one. Balanced on the edge of this cracked surface without a net. Rubbing acid into the palms of the hands is a leap in the dark. Or incautiously throwing open the door I thot I heard myself. Disappear.