I Have Died in My Sleep Last Night

The fog stands still outside my window Another wet May morning light Like a shroud it hides me in shadow,
I have died in my sleep last night.

Cars pass back and forth on the highway In this world that's no longer my own,
And each car is really going my way,
I am everywhere, having no home.

So the gray of the pavement is sharper,
Standing out like a ribbon in gloom,
I will go in bare feet like a pauper To explore my new death in this noon.

The fog stands still at my window As if asking if I am alright,
I'm alright, I'm not here, I've moved on now,
Having died in my sleep last night.

March 21, 2004.