Bis Repetita Placent

I stayed the night of weary lungs

Enduring to hear your ars in dubio

 

To grace your sermon of catacomb;

Your old mossy eave of harbored elm,

 

Breathing no common clash or infectious clatter,

No bells singing the graffiti floods of street.

 

I waded as a river wades against the salmon

As Luna awaits the war of reef replete

 

Awakening in daybreak;

Shattered by silver nails to a crackling wage against my thoughts

 

In blistering rage lament I listened to your plea,

 

I listened:

 

In the wall, my rising gallows

In the wall, a desperate sand

In the walls a fearful army of larva

Approaches-

 

And I listened where

Your weary drum impendent summoned

I listened

Till I could hear the sounds no more;

Turning free instead in omnia paratus toward a struggling birth

Against the fade of breach.