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On the eastern sky, fingers of pink light.

Facing the sun we left town and drove, fresh

light on our arms. A young girl slept under

the opening fingers. But what can we

keep. All night they sleep. We launch into rest

and the flames burn through

alone in its clearing. The brave thing would be

to sleep in a hut again, dawn to nervy

dark, studying

the ground. A covey of women got out

worn and tough. So much for that.

And all night long the truck sheared through the

night into the dawn. And the sun went down

and all the roads grew dark. And here I lay

in ambush all night. In quiet Sleep my

eyes shut. I lay down and slept

in luxury. I went to Sleep above

the wash of ripples. Dawn came. By night we

ran onward. Nine days I drifted. Sleep weighed

on my eyes. And I went to rest out of

the wind. I slept on duty. Day waned.

All the roads grew dark. I cut, I died, I

fell, I dove, I ate, I fell, I fed, I

felt, and there I lay in ambush. I fought

I found, I fled, I flung, I flew, I fore

bore, I forbade, I forgot and my eyes

my eyes shut. I lay down and

shut. I forgave, I forsook, I got, I

lay down and slept in luxury. I hid

in luxury. I went to Sleep before

I hurt. I kept, I knew, I laid.

I left, and went to Sleep above

the wash of ripples. I lent, I let

the wash of ripples. Dawn came. By night we

lay. I lost, I made, I met, I over

came, I overdid, and dawn came

above the wash of ripples

ran onward. Nine days I drifted. Sleep weighed,

ran onward. I ran, I said, I saw, I

sought, I sold, I sent, I set, I shook, and

on my eyes nine days drifted.

I shut, I sang, and Sleep weighed on my eyes.

I went to rest out of the wind. Into the dawn

I thrust. Day waned. I sunk, I sat

I slew, I slept, I slid into evening

to rest out of the wind. I spent, I span

I wept until Sleep came. And

I stunk. And I slept on duty. I struck

hid in darkness, dropped

my eyes and nodded, overcome.

I swore, I took, I taught, I tore, I told

I wrote. Day waned into evening.

Burnt, I burst, I cast, I chid day, waned

into evening. I crept, I crept, I

dared, I dug, I dipt, I drew, I dreamt

two hours had disappeared.

I dwelt, I wept until Sleep came. I froze.

I gelt, I girt, I grew, I hung, I helpt

I hewed, I knelt and I resumed.

And all the roads grew dark

with my longing and my tears. It snowed

in darkness. I strewed, I strove, I swelled all night.

The truck sheared through the Night.