whose voice to have called you

Whose voice to have called you

And brought you to breathing

So mute as you tarry,

Enclosed in career?

Whose thoughts aren’t like your thoughts

But strips of bright

Silver, bringing you constants

On dead twisting paths

Till words couldn’t keep you

Collected in hours

Advanced in a body

Confused with the grass

To show us by falling

More reasons for leaving

Thought’s office to leave you

Asleep without fear