The rumpled green clothes of
a dusty faced poet lounging,

under, unacquainted, my not so
languid weakness;

the burning role, repleated gray,
through a parried absence,

the perforated dividing line and Davidian
chord around waist, bended,

decision, liaisoning with herds,
close, held to a foal high blight

of empty Zion’s wayless sleep.