ReRites (A Hive of Leavings)

Wonder Is not a thing to place and undo words We understood the bond Of living, owned, Each of the cries built by soul Not the lonely known grace of it all; But what belongs to others in real solitude. Art and power, & a wind forever outside. all men sleep numb harmless meanwhile we in sick hallucinatory dives under wavering clouds slumped into the brain take truth blue into the field. if you have forbidden the trees life or the gods do not forget, new stars watched the bickering roar, haunt the well-sung flowers. boutiques torching viscera wrapped anatomy, caught tourists drawing on the tongue. In a world glazed with wine, evening holds my waking attention and in the rain, finiteness reveals, a little sunset becoming a hive of leavings [OUTRO]