culmination –

when in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes

i disagree with you it is not unseemly

or not meant to be it is only diffident

surmise we can bow out

of this obligation with ease but will

stay with intent and surefooted Longing

making our way for the Storm

of minute Action in the Sea -- still

waters undermining

circumstance

we look to the blood of poets for satisfaction,

the bombast

of indemnity made Sterile

with desire -- Who

will Round this corner at high Speeds

to attain

a Sudden conjoiner of Childlike grace

and

impunity? What

measure of Certitude yields its mute dimension

of Refusal? Can we

balance Words on a Wire

waiting here

in burst skies of Sere clouds rising

past hope

and into Survival? --