In the morning light Cleansing fire and flame Consuming yester’s ink Subsuming every page The sky spills black oil Imbues it and imbibes Up and up it spreads The day drowned by night The pendulum swings The binder binds his books The driller drills for crude Aloof to what they took In the mourning night I didn’t feel you go The dawn is coming but no sun Can fill the hole
