daniel mason's "a far country" is a beautiful book.
Lyrics
through a sugar cane field
i still roam in search for you
but the birds, they take to the sky
at random now
and the voice of the rain
in my ear
is like a call home on a dead telephone
the past in the windows
i see death in every shadow
your steps before our house
where the dust never settled
were washed away last night
as i lay on my mattress
with a dream wherein
you walked with me
a tiny alley in this labyrinthine city
until it dissolved
and the hollow sky bore me down
spin the prism
spin it one more time
spin the prism
where the light pours in
when it’s darkling
i see the rainbow lingering
on a concrete wall
