I wandered lonely as a cloud
silent as an ether
gaud looking into vagrant faces, turning
corners, turning graces away
figuring on the places you once
stayed, standing, gazing at lakes
imaging yourself chopped and turned
in the wake or the lattice of
that tall and solemn stone
in Evanston, and wondered while
wandering why you hadn't shared
or bared the gloss of it
before turning towards
the ether yourself

My eyes bear my witness
and your end is still carrying
carrying the soles of my feet
towards my own
more vocal
ending