sink your teeth in the contradiction

sink your teeth in the contradiction, the
gnarl of latent symbols, so that you too
can taste the rift that tears the stars apart;
you too can bear the brunt of starlight making
faces at noon, egging it on to show a little bit of
                                      something, a lit bit of 
                                      daylight piercing the armor
of       lost                         glances stuck
         in traffic
howling for a fix
growling for tomorrow, for a form
                           less
                           than distinct 
that stands apart and stands renewed, this last bit of bravado goes a long way, it does not go a long way.