Light Breaks Where No Sun Shines

Light breaks where no sun shines;

Where no sea runs, the waters of the

Push in their tides;

And, broken ghosts with glowworms in their heads,

The things of

File through the flesh where no flesh decks the bones.

A candle in the

Warms youth and seed and burns the seeds of age;

Where no seed stirs,

The fruit of man unwrinkles in the stars,

Bright as a fig;

Where no wax is, the candle shows its hairs.

Dawn breaks behind the eyes;

From poles of skull and toe the windy

Slides like a sea;

Nor fenced, nor staked, the gushers of the

Spout to the

Divining in a smile the oil of tears.

Night in the sockets rounds,

Like some pitch moon, the limit of the globes;

Day lights the bone;

Where no cold is, the skinning gales

The winter's robes;

The film of spring is hanging from the lids.

Light breaks on secret lots,

On tips of thought where thoughts smell in the rain;

When logics die,

The secret of the soil grows through the eye,

And blood jumps in the sun;

Above the waste allotments the dawn halts.