I heard the bell ring

I wondered who was there 

There was an orange sky behind the mountain 

Just a silhouette of a horizon 

And then I was in the car 

Looking out the back window 

And I saw the nose and eyes 

Closed on that ancient face 

And the corner of the post 

And the cut-glass chandelier 

A flashlight looked at me 

I couldn't even see the hand 

The side of the wall had two windows 

Green light shone through them 

Maybe an ear and a touch of hair 

Somebody's at the door 

But it's so hard to see 

Imagination's taking over me 

I got geometric patterns 

There's lightning bolts and shafts of vapor 

And a long coat in the haze 

They're waiting for me to come and see them 

But I keep imagining it's not there 

It's back in the black and the red and the yellow 

And the storms and the arrows and hieroglyphics 

I can find out who you are 

I can think about the stairs (stares?)