(fall in
fall out
fall along)


in the first of light
past the Noachide

bodies wrapped in white

stranded every pain

baby, pasts are slain
"I got outta La Grange?"


in Hinnom

all this time

with your heart in mind
didn't you edit


in Hinnom

go, the least





and the precious feast
the in-vetted


sand it starts to steal
dirt and ice imbed in cheeks
in the potter's field


solar peace
well it swirls and sweeps

you just set it

strangers scattering

nether passage in the wind
off pennant tension ring


armor, down
on the wettest ground
not to vet it