The Day gathers so much

The Day gathers so much into itself,
Into a bindle for wand’ring Night,
Who on a metal harp
Tuts out a bending note as you

Take a bath in the ice where you slip.
See the dirt splash up around each drop
When it rains. Sleep like words you live by,
See style and error in flightless birds;

Feel better, though the moon makes a swipe at the clouds like a flare

We will start walking
Come promise of stopping.