At the Edge of Time

The stems of  the sun bent over the eye

             The sleeping man

The whole of  the earth

             And this head heavy with fear

In the night

This complete hole

                         Vast

And even so streaming with water

The noise

           The peals of  little bells mingled with the

               Clinking of glasses

                    And bursts of laughter

The head moves

On the carpet the body shifts

And turns over the warm spot

               At the slipping feet of  the animal

It’s that they’re waiting

                          For the summons of the shock

And the signal of  the eyelid

The ray relaxes

                          Sleep

                                      Light

And what is left shines at the edge of  the white rock