Some Vanishing Reason Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Kinetic and full of banished frenzy
With another queen in her tower, and I am only
Keen to so many words:
While the horses run as if they were the traffic
Through the forest
That doesn’t exist anymore: luminescent in their
Loneliness,
Each tree yet at metamorphosis, and each word
But the drunk at a various point in his
Road way, panhandling, trying to outlast the death
That the sea brings to the shore:
The perfume taken away from each rose
By the legs alienists that take it to another home,
With the lighthouses and the airplanes underneath it,
As if underneath the sea,
Hopefully drowning, shining their light upwards
As if they could light up and so save
Some vanishing reason from the heavens.