SO

This idea this glorious idea that I
Was capable of anything
Pleases me when I remember it

As stars please the night
The night the mind
Indubitably

So many calm moons and whistles
Aimed at atmosphere
Rapture terror so

Cogito consoled am I
In the hours that turn and go
In the hours that turn and go. 

GARMENTS OF GLADNESS IN A MIME OF TERROR

See her sandals buckled with gold barbs tomorrow
She brought wine for the pilgrimage tomorrow

Amateur predator was all she was in emeralds
Strut and fret in blood we love ya criminal tomorrow

Now some headless woman hurls herself at the world
The sacrificed will guide the sacrifice tomorrow

Pin her braided hair skewed an ebon scimitar
Eager for atrocity that is soliloquy tomorrow

A Judith mask she laughed acclimated to horror
The politics the jugular tomorrow

LAMENT

		Revised Standard Version
		Attached to a Cave



	This is not acceptable
The silence consigned 
To helping others
Supporting them obedient silence
	From who knows where no lineage
		But edges

	And the shadows echoing
Themselves are bats
Blips of perpetual
Rhetorical 
	Questions that conjure
		Injure
Richochet
	Narcissism echoing
Interrupting
My nation my
Dramas on the nearest dripping wall
	Saved from any consequence
		And change

	This is not acceptable
Though to shout this in a cave is
Embarrassment itself
For it presupposes a right to change
	A right or a desire
		When ability
Rests further on yet to come if it will in my life