The rain
if it falls from a
high place falls
that rain
growing colder
Dreams inside
sluggishly sensual
that pattering, enclosure
perfect darkness
& no hold more
The wind, sensed through
flarings in the fire, doors
slam. Urban man, think of
the roofs lifting
a giant
final hand
to whisper
sharp
the bright end:
that light
going on forever
What can't be excluded
will break around