i saw her on television and decided to find her , to seek and find herof course this was sheer madness but a madness which somehow nonetheless felt completely true and real and for me ; as if it had been there all along and just thenas i watched her being not at all so plastic as she normally ismade itself known , and i ended up rescuing her from , definitely , yes , surely , certain death , and now shes in my guest room , which luckily faces the back yard , and i am filled with her , so very filled , but there is also the shimmer and rustle of leaves , even now in the still of night , even though there is no wind outside , there is the shimmer and rustle of leaves inside , yes , inside , inside not only the house , but inside me it seems and this rustle is a bed is a pillow is a sanctuary i can rest my head upon as i dream each of these words up from pretty much nowhere , one ungainly one after one after one after the other , and place them one after one after one after the other , in un-ungainly fashionfinding them and bending them to my purposeno , not bending them , but finding for them their mission .