If You Miss the Train I’m on

The real Levite delimbed
inside faith dictated

a plaguing reprise
on to the corridors

out in the
outside mint tingling

of Italy (italy) Oi belie,
black-pepper-rich soil?

rewind the intrepid heat
mince grounded around

Midnite’s good news
ignited upon untimely

bound home of
mid-page’s desertion

Five hundred miles