I don’t know where I am; it’s dark
And quiet like a page full of voices
Printed on the blank walls of the stall
Midair, beneath the earth marked by a cairn
Or the Halls of Thetis in a wavering light.
Everywhere I have been is gone from mind.
The silent letters chatter with flags
They cross their arms and march hey ho
The chamber of the day giving way
To night’s myriad potters patting
In multifarious cells and corridors
Connected obliquely with one node
Gone, one place missing
In the interruption of dreams.