And goodness, goodness, goodness, Is what shadows exclaim as they expand totally, Everything filled , everything abandoned, Til free movement triumphs, surprising but soft. And the windows, lighted again, turn a within into a signal. Empty houses re-fill at no speed in particular. But now indelibly affixed to small, private possession.
Street lights brighten before the storm's occasional arrival.
In the beginning, there was a void. Because a deep sleep Dreamless Was all that did manifest. So it was a deeper and deeper void. Fromn which A man of a certain ageRolled forward Into no time at all. Confusion stylists Waft and deliberate, not speeding.