S.B.T. 22

modesty the dancer

leaps fate shadow

not spent of labor and loot, lumber

nor desiring previous days anything

to forward future replacements.

the peace measure, only morning

the mask of times intrusive

mens startle stun or soothe

her stasis en pointe through thunder

and birdcalls waving young rope

her bottle cage is no walls

drive dimension to disappear

heart stamp, stone of solace

and fall into the rough linen

turtle neck bootstraps desert

suspense strain the ear to attend

listen

not of want

to make man from music

the om bowstring