Dead Eyes Open or How The Woman In The Attic Fled, Never To Return

Part one
"My eyes are arid and cold on a portraits insides... I am time-hardened wax and I
can see wide. Fungus and frost have fondled my front side and I- Did he wonder
and wander in small ages? Did he forget that I died? He´s older and ugly and a
beautiful baby... he´s retinal mist. Far away, far away, leaning and twisting, I moan
and I list!"

Part two
"Not flying, not walking, porous like curtains I hang on the dampness of spring!
I´ve heard my own scapings for so many years; I know that something is coming...
Not demon, not quickly, gradual breaking glass... my knees will go out from under
me! I´ve borne my own weight for so many years; I know that the ground is dissolving.
Not under, not behind, not slow and torpid... I´m far away attic-frost free and
untangled!"

Part Three
"Didn´t he wonder? I shall surprise him! Did he forget? I shall remind him! Please
hold my hand beautiful ugly man! I´ve come untangled but we shall find frost again!
Dizzy and turning, you need never walk; I shall carry you, hold you, early and
blinded! My son is no burden, I´m ancient with sorrow stength!"