I look to the North in the end of light Late November scrutinized I've been in the dusk, a hidden life Watching ways where years go by Getting old and blurry... Standing in the surf, the window blows The water falling, the wind blows In the sound of the era she's now of a vast throat roars; uncertainty Seeing in the dark remembered mind In the void, the thing grows and collapses while... Phone after a phone, the morning light The world of water heaves inside us