Looping in it’s infant wool
Their church structured maids
Where faithful organs cry

Kneeling tears to write
The poised triangular remark
In my conscious amber bourbon

Whispering news-printed thighs
Of come here little girl
Promises obeying the hush

In it’s measureless dark
Soul squinting perforation
Cluttering the yellower bee stolen

Buzzing yet louder
Unbalanced in numb prayers
Altar struggled teething reaching skies

Sky I stand here
Dimly in this battle
In this hived sullied crime scene

Sky vigil these wrist
Ferny razors for leaves
Rooting rust for moons