23 Hush Iwasinlovewiththeideaofthebodyinrepose. Fromthethroat,athistledsonggrew.Then warblers.Thenamountainoustrill. Theyellowbreastsinorbitweremessengersfromgod. Theysaidhush,forthebodywasgodanditwas sleeping.Donotwakeitanddonotfear. AtthispointthesoundhurtasthoughIhadeaten astonewhichbecamemountainous.Itleft nooptionbuttosleep...tosleepandbecome moretree-like.Moresafe. AtthispointIhadabandonedmytune forshade.Ihadbecomefearfulandstill. Ihuddledinmystillness,thoughIloved thebody.Itriedtomimicgodinsleep buttheairwasalightwithwings. ...