No Road Returns

No road returns but turns instead around the words you should have said and leads at last to this damp bed where half-lights flicker in your head and all around the books you’ve read can’t tell you why the white swan bled and tore itself to pieces overhead while you, in doubt, read on instead. The strangest sights the strangest sounds now reach the earth from underground your place betrayed your hiding found your heart is measured pound for pound. And all those words you never said must heavy weigh your heart like lead and burdened so in your sick bed must leave the light to join the dead.