All my days are night
And then my sleeping hours
Start a riot under my lashes
And I see the sameness of it all.
The limpid, nameless master of the world
Reigns all small things
While we are busy reducing God
To a mighty atom on a wire.
And as I walk the sleep into becoming,
I wrap myself into the wake
Of a strange body
That lives, split in half, across one ocean.