Night Walking
Keli Stafford
If I should walk all night and all night again
My clumsy steps like a halting minuet
Amid black storms and sunlit spells
Ever chasing each other over the horizon
Into the face of a storm cloud at sunset,
I will have fled in a circle overtaken
By sensations that spread a wider gloom
Towards the edge of the unknown
Where my eyes alone see the misery
Created by sleepers who are uncaring
And encircled in a halo of vanity
While I am led through a labyrinth
Unwinding in the streets of the outcast
Living the story of what you do not say
From the first hour of my life to the last.
Originally published in Volume 2, Blue (January 2004).
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