Gently indifferent, resolved, hardened in stasis As rain on unallowing concrete In earthbound unflow downward: Gravity’s darkbow so torpid
Roaring past chronology: the machinery of 10 minutes later, blurring echo and desire, calling time bygone time. Lying. Murmuring and rustling, grasped in closure, the absence of leaves Subtly and steadily The absence of mother.
In obeisance I cede to these greater forces and stoically belt myself Insufficient enough and ready in faith That ever comforting rope
An irrevocable condition, tethered beyond windows cruel and secure, communion estranged, in a handful of sand, scattered to some outside home tenderly viewed
Yellow the visage glares oblique A hazy, flat omen Blinking, too, as it drives onward Sentimentally no longer: The sterile plane of a new day
Gentle, gentle waking world Icarus me in sky not sea