To Rise Again

No ordered enchantment,

no purpose in luck

No dreams in forgetting,

no lover mistook

 

A bells rings in silence

when ears have gone dry

A bat’s in the chimney

when fire’s denied

 

All hail to the wonder,

all hail to the chiefs

All hail to the proctor,

all hail disbelief

 

Indentured we mingle,

inclement we fall

Inspired we stumble

—in spite of it all

 

(Dreamsleep: October, 2021)

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