I’m sleep.
An only hill.
I’m learning squat
Until you get home.
I’ve been searching
Awake most nights:

A clean face in the morning − caped
W/ sounds. Sounds caped w/ light, the best.

Dogs in woods by the ocean
Together, like them and like us,
Can you fill in the stillness?
Keep an eye out, the ocean over?

Repeat this so it’s approved,
“I don’t know about you”
But in a tone more affirmative
Like the jeweler’s words for whalebone
In measured blues − all the while

This portion, like all comebacks, hints of a larger we-don’t-know
− was it something to do with the singer to one side, blocking another?

Do we lead a life another sings with you?