Known World

Waking up in the known world
There’s something that’s left over
I rub my eyes into the known world
The house is dark all day, my eyes are half open
And the light that does get in is unconvincing
Half sleeping through the day in the middle of winter
Did I dream this in the dusk, or am I alive right now in the known world?
Seeing the known world in a cloud
Known world in twilight
Known world as a rumor
Known world as an old love
And then spring comes in a cold bucket of water
And the light that floods in, unrelenting
Doors and windows blow apart, the blankets blow off of the bed
Making coffee in the dissipating fog