The perversion of sleep,
dissonance and
departure returns to

envelope closed subjects
dwelling below
the excavation site

all hell breaks loose
of machine born
in fragile cradles, looms

heavy on portraiture,
single alone separate
particulars, unite verse

to structure, dangling
above the multitude and
us, balance upon wire

between posts that dot,
interrupt the landscape
partition space into

distinct irregularities,
leaves falling from barren
trees at the end of winter.

By Joshua Keiter

reader, writer, actor, singer, teacher