Instead of Roaring Rolling RoundnGoing on about the world I KnownIn Which the Universe tears holes into our little livesnand the far moon and the dark nightnare the distances shown huge and coldnwhite, harsh and terrifiednnow where I live the black night is built upnand layers of arches like a mountain of blankets above me in a snownand I say Hello Moon out the window, nYou are nothing to me but some blue light in my house.n