Written

A year night

knows all of tomorrow

all of before

that yesterdays

may be now

but don't belong in mornings brow

like the lyre or kite

wired and spire

beyond the written spread

of secrets like tears askew

spinning wheeled

welder of the spark

boulder of light bolt of May

bright the spell and not the fight

all in over night brush

jolt the sin

and spring the light