My family slept those level miles br but like a bell rung deep till dawn br I drove down an aisle of sound, br nothing real but in the bell, br past the town where I was born. br br Once you cross a land like that br you own your face more: what the light br struck told a self; every rock br denied all the rest of the world. br We stopped at Sharon Springs and ate-- br br My state still dark, my dream too long to tell.