Dark Loneliness

The sun was distant, far away the day was distant, far away. Who calls out, dark cries in the night? Who cries, at night. Am ever drawn— Don’t call out! I am ever the cause of it. Silently, the dark suffers, and I feel it. I call out silently. The day is quiet, memories, and the distant silence, dead and silent. I am its cause. I call out of it. It calls me on.

January 1972