there will always be childrennbehind one comes anothernon the stairs, the younger brothernin his grandmother's shawl.nntonight we will break glassesnbe barefoot in grassesnuninvited we walk inntake our pleasures and leave all.nnhow our dreams entrap us.nhow our dreams entrap us.nthe puzzle never solvednbehind the scrim of our resolve.nnthere will always be stream-bedsnfilled with square stones and doll-headsnand the bodies of insectsnand the bodies of loversnntonight we will lose friendshipsnturn spies in and sink shipsnuninvited we lie downnin the dark of the eclipsennhow our dreams entrap us.nhow our dreams entrap us.nhow our dreams entrap us.nhow our dreams entrap us.nhow our dreams entrap us.nhow our dreams entrap us.nnthe puzzle never solvednbehind the scrim of our resolve.