At the Edge of Time

The stems of  the sun bent over the eye The sleeping man The whole of  the earth And this head heavy with fear In the night This complete hole Vast And even so streaming with water The noise The peals of  little bells mingled with the Clinking of glasses And bursts of laughter The head moves On the carpet the body shifts And turns over the warm spot At the slipping feet of  the animal It’s that they’re waiting For the summons of the shock And the signal of  the eyelid The ray relaxes Sleep Light And what is left shines at the edge of  the white rock