Waking Up in the Known WorldnThere's Something That's Left OvernI Rub My EyesnInto the Known WorldnThe House is Dark All DaynMy Eyes Are Half OpennAnd The Light that Does Get In Is UnconvincingnHalf sleeping Through the DaynIn The Middle of WinternDid I Dream This In The Dusk nOr Am I AlivenRight Now in the Known WorldnSeeing the Known World nin a CloudnKnown Worldnin the TwilightnKnown Worldnhas a Robe OnnKnown WorldnHas An Old LovenAnd Then the Spring Comes In A Cold Bucket of WaternAnd The Light That Floods in UnrelentingnDoors and Windows Blow ApartnThe Blankets Blow off of the bednMaking Coffee in the dissipating fog