to that being too public and too private,
your skin a hungry ghost and only the
inexpressible coming to mind and motion's
dervish gyre of naval contemplation
there will come no satiation, no no
no ceremonial nation will slip the ritual
goose the cobblestones and bind! the habitual
instant to the sounds and the throat tension
so let. so let! the bloods and ash of
tempered strength, temper strengthen.