At home with heartbroken winds.

A credible silence goes to where it's going

In rags of moonlight--

In a black skein.

This spares us the nausea of judging what could not,

Emboldened by deficit of insight,

Match the thrill of our urges.

Heartbroken winds, you are home.

Heartbroken silence, you are still going,

But you too are home.