The face of the morning
that pulls the crazy out of things
                                               unloved.
Sweetest rounds, some sort of grandeur
                                balancing on hexagonal perfection
--pulled by wanting inside a dead body's heart
                                                   waiting to wake up.

Before you extinguish, you must distinguish--that one day
                                         when the royalty you pull joins the charge
and pulls the chair sat upon.
                                        One day, that'll be of no use too.