chieftain tribal lit--

ripple break, ripple

broke off a steady

circle.

ways of water--and

bouquets of lighting.

my lovelies come quick--

to finish my sentences.

i smear new eyes on their

silver chords, and shout down

what they need to hear.

as morning comes like  a tattered

up animal, hiding in plain

sight of the hunt.

angel-scape survived by freedom.

how my town gets down.