Night seemed dazed.
A window rattled
Madly in wind
(Am I to be
Tossed into wild
Sky and end up
High above this valley,
Lost and crazed?
Do I dare rehearse
Such outrage in
My mind?
In reverse, much
Imagination seems
Unkind, dazed in
Night) and I am
At a loss to
Set it right.
