"pain and patience in the annealed life/ preceding harvest" (Theodore Enslin)
by what
cracked chimney
does the would-be mercy
escape in the Polish nightscape?
pouring or poured
endlessly away,
it was as yet caught
between
the lit and unlit,
ball of sandpaper, hewn
at the edge of it
throated soul wanting verge
as yet
to go elsewhere
or no-
where