About me the night moonless wimples the

mountains

wraps ocean land air and mounting

sucks at the stars The city throbbing below

webs the sable peninsula The golden

strands overleap the seajet by bridge and buoy

vault the shears of the inlet climb the woods

toward me falter and halt Across to the firefly

haze of a ship on the gulfs erased horizon

roll the lambent spokes of a lighthouse

Through the feckless years we have come to the

time

when to look on this quilt of lamps is a troubling

delight

Welling from Europe's bog through Africa's

flowing

and Asia drowning the lonely lumes on the oceans

tiding up over Halifax now to this winking

outpost comes flooding the primal ink

On this mountain's brutish forehead with terror of

space

I stir of the changeless night and the stark ranges

of nothing pulsing down from...