Blue Light On the Floor

Instead of Roaring Rolling Round

Going on about the world I Know

In Which the Universe tears holes into our little lives

And the far moon and the dark night

Are the distances shown huge and cold

White, harsh and terrified

Now where I live the black night is built up

And layers of arches like a mountain of blankets above me in a snow

And I say "Hello Moon out the window,

You are nothing to me but some blue light in my house."