Condition Poem by Heidi Lynn Staples

Dear time.
Dear time in dear life, dim lock forged.
Mind's auger, so blind why dear time.

We're weary
hounded,
we're shocked often my final stars icily leer, we're phantom
that's world, that's then summer's heard awfuldom:
doom.

Doom—side-blinding world.
Mind's auger and mind's aught:
slight son gone
for what's there.

What stump.
Hurts wound and hurts wind
blither him into.

Inside world knocks, we die, and dying remember
a star singing into freedom.