Loon

And I pierce the night
like a needle in the flesh

cold this double doll of my body

I owe the dark my
shadow
I owe the nocturnal sky
my eye.

But I can't split my legs
- the rails have been forged -
I keep walking on my secret path
and I choose to be bewildered

My feet bleed deep in the turf
my head I raise to the clouds

Through the winter I walk

alone in the asylum of the lones.