Fear is the heart of man

Fear is the heart of man, the
Lease on river, the rasp of

Faith is the heart of man, the
Disjoin, standing on this shore

Gasping for this other, that
Other is the heart of man.

The antithesis of weather

The antithesis of weather is
    grass and

Where it lies, chooses to lie
    in prehistory -

The rifts will sort themselves
    out; the thesis

Is one where the river is not
    mentioned, yet

There is flow, yet there are
    hollows that

Pretend nothing and settle many
    many naughts

The flawed temple-stone

The insane act is a culpable one
    As it is tame

Compared to the feline pear, the
    Hummingbird,

The flawed temple-stone and its
    Pedigree. We

Can call it by name and stay the
    Course out loud.

the dire wick and the stone muck

the rebellion stokes the 
   hurt fire,

the damp beckoning of green
   supplication, 

the dire wick, the stone
   muck and much 

trepidation.

the gift of battle is a
   sworn sword,

a leaflet thorn out of
   a red book

that thumbs its echoes
   with vigor.

the eye of the little 'no' is
    a pinprick, 

the dust in the feather's
    anthology,

its grasp of matter and its
    debited song.