In light of the current darkness

So rewired
By wind and rain
Then again
By cable and prompt
We wait long days
Out in the sun with cold wine
Drawing from experience
We only wish as far as a season stretches
Braving silence, becoming spiral

All the talkers are gone
Left for cornerstones
Of their own
Chairs folded open for good
A transparent lambda
Past hinge
Lessons of travel now channeled
Styles gone hyper
Hats and socks and dressers

Crazy sad old tired deposit
Positioned somewhere in star gaze
Or bound by copper corner
Held in hand drawn waters
Plexed-multi and flecked pinkish
Tepid reverend gone syllabic
For purpose on river
Drowned borrow form
Twined inters and gravely
That peace a foraged monolith
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6.7.13