In the big, round circle of water
Engulfed by land
On three sides
The high rise resort(ed)
To inhabitants of a human-kind
Enough but not resplendent
Their vigil(ant)e children
Making hand-signals
To the locals in the center
From the right
Where no one would soon
Be left to their own (de) vices
We swam waterless above
Et al, it all, at all
So very clear to/o
Those of they who had
Seen afterall before
The have nots
Biding in time to the
Savage beat of their own next
Second hands first
Queuing up in the latest
Serpentine fashions
Our knowing of the ledge
A pre-carious foothold
In the slightest breeze-
Way of a bay, a foal
The whinny of a neighbor
From the past(ure)
Your eyes the color of salt
Omniscient a virtue aforementioned
In hind-sight
M-(a)y/an asteroidal pro-fessions
Com(e)-pressed again(st)
A found/ry/o’ fear factory profundity
Fecundity
Your Mother’s Tongue flayed
85% darker than the glass
Melangerie you grazed at
As a child in awkward arms
Knee length-high top pedal pushers
Waiting for an initiation
Into faith out on a limp
truth far beneath
where it all began
they just started ending.
