名人诗歌|Prayer to Shadows on My Wall

Soon the rushlights will go out in the flesh of sympathetic bodies once close to my own hand and I will go to my hammock， thinking of little except the numbness^{1 that alone makes bearable the wind's twisting.}

I want atoms to separate like hairs or dust onto the heads of my daughters.

I want to violate the edict that traps my hunger in cages and away from her rough shoulder and once to be enough for this and all the loves that flicker^{2 through my bedroom before sleep.}

They keep me awake， and tonight they are fierce as whips or as needles to make the skin crawl.

I want to drift like the poui in a southerly wind and settle where I need to before the faces erode，my appetite of iron caulking^{3 the egg-shell heart.}