Sitting like them. Anguished.
Adjusted denial. A bridge
almost high, seduced, explained.

In its place of music, its blanked hymn.
Its twisting route of glad. Full
time and spirit, rained in.

And what after? To meet
aching through the pill. Two or three
things to know about them like.

They too wait. If not far.
A road for you, angel. Toward
the opaque public. Reached for.

Leagues of regret. Hence the rook
hunkered. The system sprinkling
down its moved body.

And outward nor I, dusted.
Cleared of milk. Drank calm.
Agate bands weakened. Dawn relaxed.




Excerpt from SOFT