I have walked all my miles before this midnight Carried the loads to where they lie The light is lost to time and crickets And sleeping is now nigh While I yet wake there won't be stir By my hand or body I will be just as a fir Flowing motionless soddy Riding minutes working naught Couches catch my drift Nothing running can be caught When fingers do not lift Fracas outer side may burn Cries for fighting sides Powers not to be returned Til the dawning skies