#2205 -- in the night

 

2205

7.12

12.i.26

in the night

 

wake to worry

any least thing does

 

a thought misplaced

my hat gone where

 

a door slams

who knows?

 

round as a pill

I’m the bone to worry

 

still here in the night

 

tell yourself not a real place

 

defenceless, yet survived to here

 

flocks of and lamb white hills

 

snow on the set in the after hours

 

how if you looked up

there’s be too much far

 

stars, moon stray

 

one touches

 

and one wave over

 

shames waking

where from riches part

 

close eyes

and know

no choice but trust

the machine’s apart

 

know

night comes again