I imagine this midnight moment's forest:
Something else is alive
Beside the clock's loneliness
And this blank page where my fingers move.


The Hawk in the Rain (1957). The Thought-Fox


I imagine this midnight moment's forest: Something else is alive Beside the clock's loneliness And this blank page where my fingers move.

I imagine this midnight moment's forest: Something else is alive Beside the clock's loneliness And this blank page where my fingers move.

I imagine this midnight moment's forest: Something else is alive Beside the clock's loneliness And this blank page where my fingers move.

I imagine this midnight moment's forest: Something else is alive Beside the clock's loneliness And this blank page where my fingers move.