There’s much to be said and it’s tonight,

That it pulls me away from nothing into

Nameless something, a glimmer’d light

Across my bones as I fold towels in dark.

Your song rippling in my bluey pools,

The image of bend where neck meets shoulder

Pushes something deep inside of me deeper,

Deeper away from heart and hope and mind.

That bend where shoulder meets neck

Just like my house on the prairie, alone

With dried light and strangely, a tree.

Not a thing to wake up for tomorrow, so I thought

To think about the infinite eternal

Even though it’s been a long time coming.

It must have felt like something.

A word I haven’t been for a while.

Word, word, rest in home.