The sinews drip,
like sonance from taps,
half-closed,
to put show in jest,
visuals clandestine,
of a play of time,
in excerpts for fools,
extracts for rest,
barring but,
fierce essentia,
merely gawking fowl
with untimely flaps,
an epoch in splits
of splinters stuck
in amorphous gaps
of the sublime self,
as stagnancy haunts

continuance withal,
abolished concerto,
where conspired laughter shines
in light that sourced
from tutored jest,
emphatic gestures,
yet abolished concerto.

Published on December 7th, 2022