Boy Beneath His Cap

Of this brim's dim and eclipse,
Of neither hold nor home,

Of Septembers spent

Padding the Orphic sinew of sky,

kissing cloud and cry,
gouging seas of height,

You are mouth:

Veneered appetite,
sleepy of this motion,
quoted of laughter's mercy

as the crown within accordance
of this ascensive versicle rises,

Seduced of dream
awakened of touch.




© Christopher Brandon Lancaster