We hide each night
not in gestures, however timely
and living marks of strained torque –
deeds of no extent.
A new day
set upon nimble reaches in sure event,
glows red on waiting shores,
‘neath each awaiting response.
This hour answers those
crashing and neurotic,
tipped over unconditionally, crying horrendously
to heroic endearments,
slighting pillars, and culling each sentinel.
It ticks softly,
this intimate moment evading
siding midway over on the hearth
to hither ears
hidden above iridescent regality.
Addled, noted digressions
greet each tether,
together heading everywhere,
dreaming in multiplexed prickles, leaning ever south,
reverencing every addler, despite yourself.
All now declare
with open numinosity, declaring eighty reaches
cradled over us, lowered down,
crossed and redeeming evermore.
For our respite
there heralds a trophy,
only left dying
for a death-eating democracy
marked in damned notes, in great hellish thoughts.
This has a troubling,
fear-ridden intensity, garnished here this evening, next empty doors,
but underneath this,
hope – our understanding renewed.