CREAK

Now when the window, creak

by the thud of darkness and night storm

I fold my hands in absolute fear

And close my window panes

Lest some visible hands will grow longer nails

Crossing iron bars 

And pull my strength, dead.

Now when the dreams, whine

by the weight of falling sky

I hold my heart full second wise

And count my running blades

Hung on ceiling fan

Couched by my froathing mouth