the wind knows no one tonight
but we
the sleepers are thick under
the stars
we have no arms or legs
or torsos
that are not ground
or seed

we who have not the urge
have not the sense
we who have
shiver in quintessence

i am involved in this mist
invoking whose dawn
and mine

the living matter
the breathing matter
the earthen horizon
of mine
which is yours

life sprouting from the ground
whose dawn
embraces the sleepers