most of the day, we were at the machinery
in the dark sheds that the seasons ignored.
I held the levers that guided the signals to the radio

but the words I received
random code,
broken fragments from before

out in the trees, my reason deserting me
all the dark stars cluster over the bay

then in a certain moment
I lose control
and at last I am part of the machinery

(where are you? the belldog, where are you?)

and the light
disappears
as the world
makes its circle through the sky