ACCOUNT OF MY DAYS
Sequence: 7
TOWARDS SOLSTICE
this long night no dark
that can't be burnt
this deep water washing
every foot that touches here
this bone running through me
talking on and on as though
its tongue had no master
my shoes rest while
their tread is still running
outdoors everywhere
my feet carried them
my sight is liquor mind gets
drunk on never sober
its seeing continues under lids
and behind the walls of sleep
where my elephants of loneliness
park their hind ends
precious in the cold north
is the most lost I've ever gotten
but the sun never losing
its longing for me keeps up
the search red highways endless