I Built this Treehouse in the Ground.

Chp. I: Map

Up the stairs, to the right--you will find me.
Through that sliver in the wall.
Makeshift lights and sulking wood make up this fort I built.


Turn right, turn left, below this arch
Look up, turn down, behold this march.

Towards the moon I look, alone I walk.
Down the halls a glare, through walls which talk.

And alas, this knob--with fear I turn.
And although I bite and twist--I learn.

I learn to breathe just once then die.
You walk, you learn, you seek, you sigh.

Down these stairs you will find me--to the left.
Past that sliver of a cloud.
It sits with me in this hole in the dark.