World Heaves

I look to the North in the end of light Late November scrutinized I've been in the dusk, a hidden life Watching ways where years go by Getting old and blurry What is pursuing, What's planning and what's die Standing in the soft the wind blows The water crawling, the wind blows In the sound of the era she now of a vas through rose and uncertainty Seeing in the dark remembered... In the world the thing grows and collapses... Phone after a phone, the morning light The world of water heaves inside us.