When day contracts

Night expands

Breaking the shackles

On the world of dreams

The capacious quiet

Allows for nocturnal journey 

To the recesses of inner space

Mountains and dark tunnels

Sinister arcades of foreign cities

Or the secret place where tears

Or desire emerge

A release of seminal energy

Prodding investigations at 3 a.m.

Of women you do not yet know

Time loosens and that childhood

Incident comes back for another immersion--

Night is its own dimension

Night, a place of the mind,

The soul,

A place of nothingness

And begetting,

The seed transmitted

Under cover of darkness

If you knew at the beginning

If you knew what was the beginning

So to know the end

If you knew that was the ending

Then would that have changed 

The beginning?

Or was the beginning set by the end 

And only known by the ending

As a chair is only known after it is made

All potentiality is merely possible

The end shows only one necessity

Here, rumination in a cheap hotel

Where there is no one to text

And the dripping water in the bathroom

Says you are alone

Winter storm

The indignity of the cold 

Racking the body

Shivering, shaking, falling

On wet patches of ice

You go numb in the heartless

Freezing wind and snow

And blocked by the curtain

Of white you feel you know

You are completely on your own

Silence not as reticence
Or a jealous guarding of truth,
A hedge around hermetic wisdom,
Silence as numbness
All through the long night

Turn your head to the wall

And close your eyes

The short winter days

Hold nothing but snow

And when night comes

You will already be asleep

In the time of the balaclava

You see the gunfire across the street

Where a window

In the flare of light

Forms a face

Of sorrow and bewilderment

Unmasked

In the dark city