when doubt turns back
from gray to blueish hue
the earth itself stops son from spinning
and in directional ways found
bounds down like fog over the mountains
(anew)

turns on its end like the books overthrown
by shifting night and confusing gloom
you were there and saw
the night when it first went missing
(the moon)

and if anyone besides me heard it first
(it was you)

Cackling above the trees like a crow
Above the earth
(which will not grow)

the look beyond
which turns away
is there
(at the end of all our exploring)