Even glory bears degrees of welcome--
not every wake is left indefinitely.
Try as it may, the ocean cannot
disinherit waves that fail to further
its glory.
Ones own face is too many lives in,
not to appear guilt-ridden.
Mistaken identity is a guarantee--
historicity recycles attributes.
On the otherside of things, one has
enough personal relations to populate
the globe.
Which's why roosters can't unhear
dawns like rehashed blood in tepid
water.