the evening air that century was thick
sedative
news from its middle ages had arrived again so now the embassy squeals
an unoiled castle
the cautious instructions from the freshly homeless babies read
afterbirth=packaging
all the children in the dream became owlets
in their fresh religious decency outfits
if you journey home by nightlight consider
how much the beak’s wielded innocence can rend and tear
more evidence of instability has been found
in a rusted deposit box at the bottom of the ancient well
the helpful brown carpenter spoke
as if his lips were nailed to the colorless words
but nothing the recovery said
was worth the relentless fury paving future millenniums
tall cold dream children
carried small torn bags of feathery rusted carpet tacks
the books inside
could not really walk upon the long and willing air
