ACCOUNT OF MY DAYS
Sequence: 4
IN THE DARK
friends the dark as much as you
hangs on hurt of eye
looking for resemblances
my soft hands white face
won't stop shining they
beckon like lights
so some other unsleeping
early riser will find me by them
and tell me where I am
I can provide a list
of the abandoned places I love
and draw the wavy line
I have walked through them
we can follow my own
convenient footprints
one more step and one other more step
as though tracking one of those
who disappeared while still alive