Softly Solid Poem by Bradley Flowers

With words I sleep away,
Hidden beneath what others lay
Like quince.

And the chaos that is spoken,
Fears and such beneath it
Indirection befouling construction
Convinces softly a voice in search of shelter
A Moment to settle—

Closure too often with slippage
Leaves the differential outspoken
To be encumbered
to the weak and tired.
It would accost to anguish

In the recess thoughts
You hearken your illusion
And with words you sleep away