beholder/ipso.

do you one better than earnesting
surplus, wartime shivers spine at
odds with the verse-chorus-verse,
but not the chorus: which arrives
in your own perspective like this

opening night-and-dawn (and feel-
ing, you are the authority who've
got acclimatised and moving celt-
ic/franco/gaul like the apostolic
monument of redemptive symphonies

compromised of pattern as well as
the shrikes) and opening surprise
the apocryphal scattered fluidity
that runs true through the palace
of hardcore punk, and later rave;

uttar pradesh, skin seaming steam
the mother, weaver, and we, begun
in unison the magician's music of
fretted infraharmonical neoteny..
hologram teen the blush, skipping

oh often several generations, the
dynamic disciple of futurability,
writing things in ink that summer
can't burn and won't even warm, a
castle, a lifetime's inventions..

all of these things can't & shall
not braid me farther, wiser, more
your lovingkindnesses replenished
the watering skies and scree that
sink yet revive and evolve plush.