In Midnight Still

In midnight still the driven winds
Incite the last fog lashes
With brazen impediment any
Harbinger creekbeds flush
With the secret ways of the
Most pecuniary delight,
Ferry them forward across the
Lessons they must learn and
Release them as they will be
From the hardships and
Instruments of desire;

Any ways of impediment are

Nearly always a roadbed through
Encompassment of knowledge
Flown heavenward astride
The fourth blown magical and
Fertile borne breast of a woman,
Even the cockle march failures
Of their least worn sympathies
Stagger down tragic byways
Brushed aside before the damp
And dripping levers of defiance;

In break of day insoluble still

Mysterious and filled with meager
Birdsong motions towards the light
Grant them the haven of your
Windless arms your stationary
Inception strewn with grace,
Only the everlasting expanse of
Your embrace can heal them
Of their final sleep enhanced
Deliveries their scorn-blessed victims
And their paralyzing advice.

Victorious

In the unlikely hour of

Our demise in sense or

Sensitivity victorious

In ominous outstanding

Debts of fossilized accounts

Or filled in nerve endings

Blazoned by imaginings

Tremors felt inside the bargain

Basement sea scape instantly

Underwhelmed beneath the

Skin so white it has no springs

No rooms, no fettered forms of

Planks or wires or attachment;

It never fails to render its

Amazement grown accustomed

To the towering pillars

Of clouds silver white across

The sky; very few survivors ever

Wish to tell the tale of the

Thousand times they died before

Forgotten real estate spun

Amongst the barb wire

Cannon trembling judgments

Fishscale sin-severed faintest

Recollections of an earthbound

Lightbulb night incredulous; we

Forego the common delusions

Take money where they give

It and work until the months

Are gone the skin is dried

Upon the bone and the

Victors tally up the score.