ACCOUNT OF MY DAYS
Sequence: 3
STOOD TO SPEAK IN CONFUSION
the eye dividing itself in thirds
one for flame
one for ashes
one for reading every document
a page on which are listed
all the troubles typical of me
there was a blind time
and a time a voice spoke
gravely in dead languages
of an eye black with soot
and impenetrable dreams
between tick and tick comes the sound
of wait and the idea of eternity as happiness
but how unhappy are the immortals with the
long delay imposed by warding off their removal
not used to being blind I think I still see
that wasn't
that wasn't me speaking
the shouting you heard next door
it's over
sit down