i have a face cut from ice a heart pierced in a thousand places so to remember always the same voice the same gestures and my laughter heavy as a wall between you and me
At twilight,* in my deep slumber, I roused to the rumble of thunder; with dense showers soaking me tender, Streaks of light sparkling like cinder, roaring with dander, down came T H E B O L T thatS RUCK *my fence.