Out to go in




Now comes the day;

Now comes the candle-lit night.

Now comes the ribald sun

And the night untroubled by stars,


When I exchanged coats with Stella-Maris

And found my way down to writing this.


Sleep, sleep full and then walk, walk down the road;

The white chiselled road of the surgeon’s bliss.

Sequestering the ferned and corbelled walls

To the quills of ragamuffin moons.

Rapt by coriolus forces, the petal is radiant.

Passing by the military wires and the public savagery;

Defying the difficult love for booksellers;

Revering those who are gathered at the bus stop,

Waiting for their children,

   And finding the azure castle

   Of the heart.


Then shall we grow new flowers

From the dark heads of doves;

Making the furrows with our fingers;

Burying the quick shape of the star;

Rejoicing in the rocks and the worms

That mingle all matters.