So should thoughts since Babel cast, evaporated and lacking
Bend to the new dawn.
It elects no more beginnings yet leaves the need

And the lavender skin flint garland wonder.

Where the time goes the horizon divides
You and I in the consecrated luster
of antiseptic down easy.

His blacks blind rustle in the ivy shallow
unlost nostalgia ...  Sweet once.
What does it mean?

Everything is motionless.
Hue the sigh of years so transient,
you temper the tongue

 The incalculable does not fathom the pitched conundrum
In some expanse a death doll rattles of reason
Contradicting each end and flicker taut
Mettle my acting I, the dark and drag

Obliterates the existing all consuming longer longing

Their latitude scorn raw and tawdry
Into the schema toward fray dry limbs in execution.

The dream countenance contradicts
one by one or two
The chance torn hand-me-down dress
Cross-eyed red fabric born, a Seam to the wind inheritance.

Who is to say, is had, as come
In the natural procession to make things right;

Try and desperate...

In the Adjacent Possible