٣ word wrestles

أ hoarfrost, iced munitions led astray by

word, by Word - gift of song rift of Song

by word        heard wrath, slept as the chain

of verbs belonged: they woke in disarray &

chain, the sweat of their mirrors unbridled now -

(ii) morning as errant song, the gift as mend as the architecture of mould this would of

wear & mendicancy! how the strain of rinse builds fences, how it stains the oak of pale

ت an unpried zone, withheld with whose bark?        solitary perhaps with        saturn's name, which

saturn, you ask? tuneshot with tuesday's age        unhooked perhaps with        my master's rage, which

master, you ask?