Litanies as merciless dividers

Pearly rain protectors and providers

Oh at land the eye becomes the author

Tenses drift and one outlasts the other

My dear I’m new at this and I’ll still be when I'm through with it

So now I’m done for; what had I begun for?

Gusty blows to hold or loose an arrow

Nerves at odds in proprietary peril

Husk and soot to spread amid the myrtle

Rituals reset to feed the fertile

Bleed dry the finite to suffer what we stole to whistle

Barrier and bottle and pinprick of parted hair bristle

Moonlight is in tow, shimmered in tidal decorum

Faded and mottled, lacking source or static form