Convalescence Poem by johnny case

Turnabout split foghorn muzzles twilight kite patrols
Rummaging their plunged eyes digitized snoopers.

No more passing you always wake distant ores for my
Every captured note's escape plot to seize at sundown.

Holding curtains of a morning certain to follow wave-indented
Water that betrays the unspoken course for consolation.

My roam revolves around a secret inner circle grave tones
Have left me to hereby hear voices thought gone.

Perverse nature wants to summerize her coldest weather
While a new forever tries hiding from night this lone known.