The Passage

There's a ringing in my ear

And I fear

I'll never get the chance again to hear

The sweetness of your voice

When you softly rejoice

Whispering quietly to me in my ear

Or,

As when all the world stubles rushes in

You slip your step shin kissing your split chin

By the over-turned chair,

Study the lightbulb hanging there

And reel back gasping grasping for your wind.



"Put it on me, I'll carry you and me, you will see."