Long distance information,
there are things we know we know.
Once, the phone was torture enough,
you there waiting alone.

There are things we know. We know
dusk precedes what we call Night—
you there, waiting alone.
The day erased, lessons done,

dusk precedes what we call Night.
I have taken no one’s name,
the day erased, lessons done.
A small click in the bones of my chest,

I have taken no one’s name.
Fall a few books from the shelf
(a small click in the bones of my chest)
as if to communicate a ghost.

Fall a few books from the shelf
behind which life was said to dwell.
As if to communicate a ghost,
light goes out.

Behind which life was said to dwell
a form for the possible world?
Light goes out—
for a while it carried us.

A form for the possible world
once, the phone was torture enough.
For a while it carried us
long distance, information.