The Day That Floods Every Horizon

Often I think of your voice waiting at the door

Careless of how much we are in person

Less than each of us believes the other to be

Whatever you see when you close your eyes

I am no longer afraid that the whole nation

Conspires against us we are what everybody

Exhorts now so beautifully hungry and hurtful

Why not the lavender silence we often share

Remember that we used to carry our hands

Toward our hearts to open the shoals of eternity

Whence we discovered our hidden mind

Outlined by God’s throwing knives O singular

Intelligence that we both share where great
Nocturnal lakes evaporate in our open hands