i've been sleeping later lately
i drift out through inner spaces
everybody to an orbit
separated but we're circling the same storm drain
this is a different phase
i am the moon lost every day
this is the bed that i've made
sinking alone out in gravesend bay
i am under the tundra
old enough to lie alone in my silence
not say a word
and let you try to set the ground on fire
i've been asleep but i am waking
i stand up though i still feel a little shaky
my mind is off somewhere stargazing
i dream of other earths out there waiting for me
white ladders of morning light
roll down through the open holes
between the ties above broadway
the m shudders through the cold overhead
and all the people in the streets down below
raise their speaking voices