Anthem for Taking Back

    Even after    what shrivelson pillows    are the syllables of a dreamand our braided furies huddle            under porch light        After skyline of lashesclose over    our ocular machines        and a lightlessness governsthe way we move our arms            Long from nowhow every breath    turns outa copy of the air before and all airmoves through us    as cotton             What we heed        after a fluorescence capes    the skin    of our early moonWhatever be the scourge            thumping inside our ears                Ember our wingsout of exile it says    ember loudly    all    of our furious tellings