what the Night said –

too many Spectres have come this way for Us to notice

as ill-formed or Genuine; we

glance past ligatures and corpuscle to attain

an unsung Wisdom -- it is Our

love for her that will never Abate, She

the earth-goddess

who guides us in these turns, gyrations

of an intimate knowing uncovered

by time and listless imagining; it is

in these dry days

that we Conceive our being formatted to Serve

and Relinquish itself

in fire

and Ice -- Who will

instill

Us with knowing, our hearts out here and

pulsing with hand-held Joy

the Vision

of a darker Fortune here no longer Ours? -- We

will Remit, forestall, include

our Ancient ironies

in Order

that our Spirit here Supersede our tired bodies --