I am dynamo hunkering
beneath twilight I overthrew
the tracks of singular adulthood
they cut through
forests of script and charter review
the blue red of every sunset lit
with the chemicals of regret
warm my fingers, my connection to this earth
the first prods I withdraw
with the demons hurrah
as tenement clubs, stained wood lungs and parchment.
I wish for every soul to be saved
by rite of regret