shut letters calling (fall)

the precis in your magistrate's hip
pocket outlines words to gear toward
nocturn and debunkish long-term
habitude and restless something

as a matter of indelible restraint
I want to advocate for meritoke
and ginblend where you roster
your weak head beside the loft

and brave the coffers shallow now
and haltingly made genuine
(a mere reversal) while the land
rehearses symmetry thus far

unnoticed as a requiem by those
at center stern officially missed
and dowagers who paint the afternoon
some dowdy motif matching how we were