that day he ran away
        his feet stepped on stones and dirt
grey waters and shattered glass
        but not even for a moment did he stop

he found a faraway ***** to slumber
        the day had yet not broken
but when it did he kept his eyes shut
        refusing for long the sun

once the darkness revived the terror
        he looked up with new desire
he begged the sky, and the sky took him
        with a crisp and gentle gust