It is obligation, and it is tension.
And it is the blues.
It is estranged, and it is entangling.
And it is an old family.
To have done the entrenchment as
To have done anything as a safety…
Let the hoax-swaddled preach,
and let footfalls follow
in firming belief that it is the blues,
and that is a blues, too.
Luther, Aaron, Paul, Spenser; the
of the loving dawn.
A terse summation adores her breast-
printed as hues of a rosy source.