The heart deducts the minds creation – sense
confirming iamb pulse – skip of a foot
intriguing ear, imploring a quick tense
of verb that slowly trips, stresses slanting out
of expectation – thrust, propelled past brok-
en stanza – hoofbeats thundering fierce – bourne
beyond the stable smells and clockwork strokes
to where the metaphor rests. What returns
is more than what departed. Altered prayers
tremble the tongue and pen to underwrite
the wrong intended overmind – to glare
beyond the silence without opposed sight.
Within the verse a universe is heard,
of form, of mass condensed to light, to word.