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.
Joshua Keiter 