in profundo veritatem
Hurry up, faithful.
To be taken aback,
the sails so caught by wind,
against the mast. Against your breathing, the hurting ribcage.
Know: yours foretold. One off-song at a time.
You take after
your father, a Truepenny fellow, so trespass,
take back your words
(at his word), caffeine-cough, javelin forward,
unflinch. Place your hand over your heart.
How far will you go to feel? Therefore, not sleep?
Because the doctor’s paper shoes do hush. Listen:
snow breathing down, down-breathing snow-
little white language spider…
I know the waiver here is your innocent face. A profound confrontation.
Believe, whore for it all, what you can get, in a tawdry, then
wait at the curb
for a taxi-meter—you are
under your own power and mother tongue, lipstick aftermath, aftermath…
Oh, to slowly there: Amen