Even in the cave of the night when youwake and are free and lonely,neglected by others, discarded, loved onlyby what doesn't matter—even in thatbig room no one can see,you push with your eyes till forevercomes in its twisted figure eightand lies down in your head.
You think water in the river;you think slower than the tide inthe grain of the wood; you becomea secret storehouse that saves the country,so open and foolish and empty.
You look over all that the darknessripples across.
More than has everbeen found comforts you.
You open youreyes in a vault that unlocks as fastand as far as your thought can run.
A great snug wall goes around everything,has always been there, will alwaysremain.
It is a good world to belost in.
It comforts you.
It isall right.
And you sleep.
