The rain had all but subsided
It adopted the posture of decision
Grow my beard down to my chest
Inform the multitude of their infirmity
As if I knew better than they
Or raise another grievance before the council
A ring of wayward pennants
Semaphore back to the finale of seem
Across the blended landscape
And a new chapter wraps aside
A predication effecting a suave unraveling
Of the native construal which nevertheless soft repulse relinquishes
Give me another labyrinthine turn they cry
Another prospect of the Trylon
We shuffle briskly under a break of day
A caesura of indistinct dimension
Narratives of insistent cause
Poems of intense desire
To bring the broadcast to its bending point
A decorum of plenitude
An embarrassment of rises