No stranger to the faith of eyes
asleep under the surgeon's lancet,
to time gambled with every try

Who's to say where the man ends,
the world begins; what it is
that wakes him in a visible sweat,

I watch your hospital TV as you sleep,
two weeks you sleep, while men walk
in a silent movie, their world eroding

Doubly silent the afternoon
By virtue of empty summer, and of a flame
Overflowing, is it from this vase

Knock,
Knock forever.

In the lure of the threshold.

You were sculpted on a prow,
Time wore you away as the foam might have done,
It closed your eyes one stormy night,

After I make my home dark
I wander through the few
quiet rooms and let
the bright blinking eyes
of the continuing electricity

Hawk free of jess,
the diver springs
toward fire no son can bear,

Like a seal 
in broken sleep, 
aware of how

In hill fire Fall
come home from sea,
I climb the shoal