ACCOUNT OF MY DAYS
Sequence: 4
THEFT OF A LINE FROM STEVENS
looking up at the cloud covered sky
like looking down at a cup of water
though it reflects neither my face
nor any glint of the shine that surrounds me
it throws back at me an image of my being
opaque and smothering an inner part
some fire
that stands in fixed relation to other fires
like an ancient star
moreover the look I am giving from my inner being
like thirst wants only to receive
wants not to find a mirror
but to know above all
something is looking back