was just before the morn
silver coursed the sky
pregnant with the musing
bleached white crooked boards
(left without the grain)
a lowly thought (indifference)
doors we opened from the black
I couldn’t see before
hiding Viking splinters
copper hinges from my sight
beyond the place
where webs were breaking free
another shadows ninth
I must have dreamed
(you dreamed of me)

couldn’t see
beyond the light
was anchored to the rug
ran between the bathroom and hall
a tapestry of peacocks
sapphire blue and gold
quiet how they
flew about and never
blocked the way
kept the entry clean
in want for morning sun
slept in pools of maybe
for my taking
couldn’t understand
the truth (was ever I to be)
relieved to be
relieved to feel at all

white moths circle ’round
to let me through
beyond the room
where books are kept
vow and board together
save the past in chords of mystery
some post of prose (a favored verse)
forgotten me a poet
once proclaimed
(would be the best)
telling now of troubles
I have loved