Wrestle more quietly your knowing
of murmurs and tumeric and ash
let these neighborhood sounds ring
down streets and lanes of parked cars
Watch coolness and shadows sweep thru
are they seeking you or inimitable eversalt
how the tongue of life wants for it
Carved into sunrise this night flops over
gorged on love and delight and steak
All that mystery scaffolding of supposed
unwritten from the sky and earth held
truths gone with morning mist & night need
that this may ease the scouring of yourself