The knickknack of cloaked image
Rushing in the darkness before the ribbon
Decussates the sky, traces the restless spirit
Creatures----to make themselves known
Waiting for the dream but
Not defer at all---the fly buzzes
And disturbs the common places...
Edgy spirits checking the time
Looking at stilled watches hanging
From a pocket clinging to
Worn out vest ancient as time itself.

Kismet comes crashing through
The invisible barriers of rocks
Cold and manmade for the faint of heart
Collects wayfarers to colossal bosoms
And wait for the signal to clear...
Prisoners of the dust and rocks
Kicked through time
Down deserted alleys to---
To linger about the throngs
Of confused waspish pedigrees.