For each new sun we serve--- Something’s forgotten Each night we sweat our sleep— Unremembered light Can’t know what rain accrues— Dark’s debt will be repaid By temperate mornings to come— What value we’ve earned Will be weighed against the balance Of those future days whose price Is undetermined—
There’s no logic to our argument
With time—there’s no compromise With the laws of the planet Where we live—the truth Is locked inside our own Discerning eyes—there is No saucer chasing us— There is no beast inside the wood— There is no ghost cocooned Inside the tomb—there’s No monster we can’t outrun— No devil can capture us— There is another waking we’ll regret— There’s a hole inside our house Devours every mouse—there Is a dawn—redundant—empty Of any joy—a conscription To a void we can’t avoid— A plenum we will reject—where Everything owned will disappear In retrospect—and everyone we Cling to will go missing In that whispered stillness We will will— For Laurie