[Lyric] The Distances (Henry Rago)

This house, pitched now
The dark wide stretch
Of plains and ocean
To these hills over
The night-filled river
Billows with night
Swells with the rooms
Of sleeping children, pulls
Slowly from this bed
Slowly returns, pulls and holds
Is held where we
Lock all distances!

Ah, how the distances
Spiral from that
Secrecy:
Room
Rooms, roof
Spun to the huge
Midnight, and into
The rings and rings of stars