SLEEP
no call will call it under
where the night is spent
where moon lights yet another
the man in silence is
and dreams to find its brother
where the evening is
inviting all to revel
in spells off-set
beneath the finest mirror
yet the man still sits
to tell of all the tether
between this shadow moon
and where the rages weather
to tell in all this shadow
how moon mixes shadow
brought down from its brother
where all are in tether
so he says, so he says.
poetry ii. main