In pillage, a term of deconvene
In I no night I lend
As evening eve
Dropping as sound
Beneath your hand
Foot as peddle and babble
Bleach in tower
And resting heel
Y, before x
And me dice obscene?
What dollar resists glare as yolk?
Handed cuff and little links
Above as master the period inks
Predicament of birth
What says you isn't me
3 years of writing for her
And spigot keys the vehicle home
To its resting place