No One Will Find the Base of It All

That’s not what it meant, “Go West.”
Not that way. Not to the sun.

Think like the sun, like the sun
Would think if the sun did sink

In the plum lips of the night,
Not as a trick of the light,

But as the end, the real end
Of that day, that sun, each time,

That one. Go west, and don’t come
Back. It means go lose it all.