As the garish and long rest on this corner of
Lost days and sleepy nights. Rest without breathing.
Rest within the seeming hollows bereft of noise
Caught in a shackle of pariahs holding out for more
Forgiveness, more longing, more rest. The loonish
And the petty resolve, taking turns as the garish and
Long rest on this corner of fast nights and dreary days.
Rest as if belonging to hollows of counting one’s and
Two’s is alright. And seeking such seeking that ought to
Be sought. The loonish and the petty resolve, taking
Turns as the garish and long rest on this corner of Mist
And Haze. Rest glad because rot has the upper hand.