More than dive, pull-rip, fine.
Wink this way to live, to die.
take hand-held-hand, but also drive
water well to water only lives
and offer a token heart-shaken knife.
Don’t, say, stray at night light signs
but hold, hold, say “how?” to my guise.
Go flee, rip-tear, toss, walk and decide.
Take one battle lantern, ringing only at this night.
Heritage stroke to calm, pull, give as die.
Dye to hold the motion calm into darkness’ light.
Box unfold those tokens into cold delight.
I wanted shoppers dreaming, wanting fickle time
for forty years of removing hat to tithe
over and over make my burden pinch, call, might
Holy, Holy, cry, cry, cry to wash in the myre.
My! that his/her love… but love is just desire?
Fractured circle shapes fall out of the lyre
while sinking, folding tunes pull one to the fire.
Indulgence gives and carries up the wires,
but songs that play short clang only for one denier.
Save such lust and tug! measly tight-rope crier!
Drink that holy cry instead to avoid the fire.
For Hope tops, lifts, upholds all that is the one Designer.