Brick over bricks,
fragment into fragments,
I hear the night chant people into sleep;
I hear a voice only I could hear.
The trees are looking down at me.
What was I doing?
I stood in narrow lines
as I see my movements across shadows.
I leaned closer to it and
recognize my own strange skin,
a paler one, but more scared.
Who have I become?
I hear the night sing people to lullaby;
I was awake, half-asleep but keener.
The trees are looking down at me,
and the night stayed calm,
but I was never any closer.
How do I become?
