Awning

Dead dearth drawing in the
Night the standard awning
Of the stars born as I
Lie on the headboard
Ventures lure through the
Wall whirling they become
More shown more in the
Day delight
Stand stealth her pleasure
In the intermittent deep
Shirtsleeved dead
Ago after that her modes
Toward the guardian
Account find them
And figure out whether
You wanted what you
Want or whether you
Went without
Heard others and heed
Them all the while
Blocking dominion and
I in my seasons launched
No matter whether you
Went or want or
Sent what was the true
Light away from the
World to lie separate
And apart for the drawing
In of the night.