Variation II

So shall these hands lift in ode
to slow light's asthenia...
plundering dawns erst to steel nudity
and each fore, bore of cordage yore
beneath portent to shore
our occasioned dismemberment.

Seal now urge of convergence
to invert turns of influence;

To then, many, heave
shine of eve's anonymity
for it is oath implicit
that breathes
your each vestige and variation.


© Christopher Brandon Lancaster