neither magna carta nor convenience store practition

amid the vastness of a choir light

some symbolist will etch from home

a quid pro quo infatually

clicking thumb beat

where the vestment pleats

go through dominion

to quilt seat time's

blithering in absentia

made to seem like innocence

too fleet for stowaway's

own sugar mild as sheets

will free the timbre

of infatuation modestly

at canyon's lip

and wince will I go mumbly

to another lore