Crater

Between waking and sleeping riot dreams,
Demands shaping it will not countenance
Paradox of mind that flees what it seeks
So it is always coming and going 

I’m reliving it knowing what happens
Which only deepens the impact crater
Or seems to do as if I could measure
What is made measureless inside of me

I should not question vagabond of mind
But I do although I am part of it
Knowing better than that there’s any way
From what battens within my own temples

In the working of the night moonlit flight
Is steered by the magnetic bit of earth