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."