Rise
Here in the rise
We shade from the sun
Evade some light entity that will eat our soul
Fall
Here in the fall
We feel the cold
we are weary and old
the street lamp poets
howling like their pets
The despair quartets
Descent
Here in the shadow
In the corner of the door
I watch unwatched
Here in the shadow
I stand awaiting
The end
Weeping on
Stupid things
The sublime and the bold
All around a drop of ink
Little ants gather to eat the gum
I find my way among them
I find my way between the sublime and the bold
Perilous travel among them
In the world
The days are longer at the end
The nights are colder
I remember the shimmering
The beauty and the colors
I also remember the first shadows
The pain and the desire
When we first saw light
We first learn fright
When they see light
They are blithe