Waking up in the known world
There's something that's left over
I rub my eyes into the known world

The house is dark all day
My eyes are half-open
And the light that does get in is unconvincing
Half sleeping through the day in the middle of winter
Did I dream this in the dusk or am I alive,
Right now in the known world?

Seeing the known world in a cloud
Known world in twilight
Known world as aroma
Known world as an old love

And then spring comes in the cold bucket of water
And the light that floods in unrelenting
Doors and windows blow apart
The blankets blow off of the bed
Making coffee in the dissipating fog

Now I think I'm the only one awake
All these human bodies sleeping while driving
And I can just barely keep myself up,
this comfortable life now rests
Easing into the bed there is warm water rising
All day long and into the night being lulled
Accumulating dust
Our house lights up the whole neighborhood,
we have the lights on working
All day long and into the night not knowing it's raining
But just before going to bed I'm called out the back door
There is an owl, the grass is wet, what's that other sound?
Here in the brances…