The Songs and, again, these have the epigraph "I cannot find
the house to hold me when I dance."
Songs from the rim of the wheel whose center is everywhere.
It's probably a familiar description
of the universe, Apache description.
"Song of the Last Hours."
"The last hours of the year and I
am waking through the slow cold avalanche of night
among hills and houses lost in the dark and glimpse of stars
uncovered in the rubble of trees and roofs.
And the pointed ears of dogs alert to the dark bodies
among blind sheets, turning here in movements
of sleep or movements of love.
Or turning at the same time, slowly
into the Earth among the unconscious dreams of the Earth
shaping deep stones, thin seas, wider,
insubstantial sky apparent at all hours.
Old sky stone, wheeling around the Earth,
held in a circular sway, orbit, innocent of the record it is."