6/4/03
Through locomotive thought,
Through years,
And traced me over carefully,
Carefully,
Still I find me here,
Alone and here.
Correcting my figures,
Deciphering my own conglomeration of truths
Only complicates the issue
That I'm craving here for you.
And if the delicate silver figures
Etched into tonight
Don't add up right,
It's only because
You have you,
And I just have my nightlight.
Though the world is darkly spangled
With the memory of you,
Like night in dusk,
A smooth and perpetual fine blackness
That is the midnight
Of me alone
With only dusty thoughts
And dimming hopes
To bleaken the affirming blackness
Of an empty me.
And if they hearken the awake of sunrise
And slander night and dark,
Still I gather black around me-
Great blanket of longing, stronger than day -
Obscuring myself until
I can trace along my history
Unwind all the mystery
And it leads me right to you.
