but the door is open, and the bodies fall the interrupted colors of approach are a frightening apparatus in the hallway’s corner the latticework of cracks on the 1 train window now crashing, now twittering, a sudden blast of yellow leaves, the siren engines clang people of the earth, the dazed gratified walking is a cool law, don’t even think of opening this door, beginning as a muted reddish truck passes from trying to bring together is aging in a dream to the separated parts previous to and...