it's my duty as a poet to admit
i don't understand anything
time stretching backward forever
the immensity of death
in the dream everything was fine
until we crossed the border
on this side hills and trees
and a nappy blue sky
on the other side nothing
i awoke to write it down
the dog sighs in her sleep
a beetle crawls across the keyboard
the wind roars in moonlight
on this side hills and trees
and a nappy blue sky
on the other side nothing
i awoke to write it down
the dog sighs in her sleep
a beetle crawls across the keyboard
the wind roars in moonlight
