these durable vicissitudes —
all enduring
like brightness moving;

i hear the noise of darkness
waking the bone

of this hound,  wayward from home trailing the pursuit of this drone

hearing the stillness nailed in the
day's dormant intone—

wherever you go, i go
vanishing in the marmalade

is the cadence of melodious names
singing renegade

a song, welling up in the dark's basin,
pouring light shattered, flayed.