ACCOUNT OF MY DAYS
Sequence: 4
THEFT OF LINES FROM ELIADE,
ANGLETON, STOKER, AND ROTHENBERG
Mother of Sleep
who asks us
who scratches questions
on our foreheads
Mother of Sleep
who waits all night if need be
who never tires
it is impossible to say
who or what we are
left to our own
left to the day's
deep devices
we find
the usual inevitables
now
like a road through hills
cuts into us
revealing layers of then
and in his house
of fifty steps
(his house that he gives to us
his steps he helps us take)
killer the golden
studies words
he learned from us
whispers words
he taught himself