Our houses sewn of fiery gleam
Withered form, I stow away,
Shroud the roughworn gravel
Of myself
To pass cliffside
In sawtooth fashion
From fervor stripes,
Where the back alley
Beats neon dreams
In a dead hum
I touch and can't know
Your lovely, menacing strides
The grounds silent in moonlight
We peek
A pinhole of unraveled darkness
The clean hospital's speaker
System codes the cradle chant
This antiseptic spot of time
Fingernails filed precise, sanded quick
Of our lightning grasp
What was ocean and earth
Misted kiss at horizon's lip
Unseen, a sailboat into squall
Feathered the storm's anger
Till we pulled the rigging
And found our driftwood
On these vestiges,
We float
Along moonless tide
Gripping tight, surmising
The books of our fathers
With microscopic fury
And crooked fingers
Daunting elegance, unhooked
And free of doubt
Trail softly, I say
Hoping we hear ourselves
Among the sway of buoys
Their blink and white noise
Pulling and unclasped crash
As waters rise
A glowing tide
'Bove wrinkled, red nape
Our sown disguise
Disavowed and shrieking
The waters broke
Doctor checks our charts
For blinking vital signs
'This one's a'right'
His hand passes over
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