When I get out of this enclosed sun

 When I get out of this enclosed sun. From which I suffer. Better tell you to teach me. To live open. As my memory tells me. From his memories I live. As promised. I think of you. Like a nocturnal river. But its waters swung, dragging the black night, thick, consistent like an inflated cowhide.

Sense, then ex-isto as a hypo/thesis.