What is the wind saying
snoring and snorting
down the drainpipes?
Struggling with the waterspout
and the water stoup?
What is the wind’s snoring saying ?
Bronze counterweight straining
to shove the hour
of memory.
Pillow sodden
with sweat and spit.
Fear,
phosphorescent moths,
hovers around me.
Cannot you keep vigil
with me
for an hour or so …
besides me lying down
as you are?
The silken thread is taut
and a moon’s finger shatters
the silvery mirror
of the pools
of my slumber.
Let me break unleavened bread
dripping blood
in this chalice.
L et me die swooning
beneath rays
of side-piercing lance
of enlightenment.
Let me die spun through,
with finesse
of a diamond penetrating drill.