There are two skies but one hawk only

There are good days

And now that rain has filled the waste spaces

There is another

I have begun to learn in sleep that sleep

Plummets from the skies and makes

A screaming sound becoming solid

Becoming sapphires

The moon is hawk of the waste spaces

Screaming through his eyes

I had a good day and then another

I was married to mountains on all sides of me

The roads made Christmas very early

Mother sang to her hat same color as the car