Before midday this sun now sets
This book now reads itself
My sister now wishes I were
Her father.
This thing has led me away
Brazen-faced clasp
By-and-by, crawling
To the nights
An adjuration to sleep
with a blanket in case
The clouds burst.
Vicious voices
Pachydermatous palms
Distressed drums
Wasted waists
Innocuous initiation.
