as the hammer of night fell i went down the hill where the forest cleared to see it touch the snow like a barrel
i strained to see the shape it moaned but would not be seen when the light was gone i went to where it had struck a pit of ice had sunken footholds smoothed from the walls
a hole aimed up like a black pupil too deep to see with blue rippled walls the air slid down
where the hammer of night fell i lit a fire and felt the dusting snow
beside me the flakes slid in i fell asleep
by the pit of ice soon i was climbing steps in a garden with the smell of wet mud toward a bull with no eyesTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
