finger to lips in prayer
asleep on the castle path i’m
splayed out in faith to effort
so much to ask but only
wind in the face of statues
saws singing at the scaffolds
jars winking from the windows
half full of last week’s rain the
ambulance paints the far wall
this celebration will
continue long after i have
gone i’ve brought nothing with me
power is concealment of the object
makes me hate the products of honest hours
the defiant nature of this illness
fated intervention to recover
the room the hall the wind the stars
the door the pall entails departs
the car alarms of spring and fall
the route
the wheel was lifted up and then down
it skidded and skidded to a stop
sat under a heaving body black as well-worn rubber
two dreaming eyes saw shadows cross a pool of light
i shall oversleep
drown on rainfall in the rutted road
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