heart Unsure –

hoary with age he spits olive pits in the sink

his is an inkling, a surefire knowing

of instinct and Surrender; What

given Source is intake for his Equation? Who

manages to be Whole and

Schismatic at Once? (Sullen

homilies instill in us longing acute and

stripped of bark, bent

to our back our hedge high with

interdiction) -- We were the first Ones

under our Skies to place fist to flesh, to

hunt, to cherish our Spirit, to

wield

unsure heavings of Grace

and

Solitude -- We

shall Overcome if the waves

wash in Succumbing

to a tide

both hurried and Solemn; We

will

unleash our Hounds

on Command to guard

our Entrance

knowing and with Care -- We

will Resound

as Gods of our Own leisure, our

struggle

Crowned with Surety --