Having crossed the threshold,
you leave your house to itself.

You pass the end of the fence
and make all distance near,
and nearness distant.
The slope and all you loved
are like a face in the past.
You yield to memory.
You scale mysterious mountains.
You climb the castle of the dead
and forget your losses.
You come to a valley,
and you feel that terror within you
when everything is memory
and you can't save yourself
and there are no thresholds