one day i will awake and depart
this earth the same day i lived it all
the end, the call, the distance, the whine
i go and make my last tireless journey—

all there along with the glowing light
all in the face of the end of this life—

the painted dawn will make up
for lost time between dream and day
like an unkind roar at the commencement
of my last forsaken night—

bold and unbound; in brash movements
again the night seeks my soul—