It attacks me at night
a vague, milky-white sense
that spins around in my dream
like a tornado around my house

swirling memories
keep me awake, centuries
of wisdom flow through me
not to be lost

In the morning I ponder
rocking on the porch
there is truth cracking
in the wood, it starts

to sing like heavenly harps
a Milky Wind in my head
that throws everything open
blowing down my house
in front of me