Water seeks the lowest point
To lie in deep and cold
Only to be apprehended by the sun
Who heaves it to the hot heights
To Heaven, whence it falls again
To find its rest below.
the sun recalled and drew me up
As soon as I had slept.
Orchestral swoops of the Valkyries’ Flight
Would come to claim the dead
And Dad would take my sheets until
I’d risen from the bed.