Patterns

shepherded and fed,
belied
Disturbance threads a vantage point,
Metastasized, submerged in craters
Wrecked exposure draining,
cyst of deliverance
Common Margin
Kneeling, born and bred, at the foot of an edge
Prostrated, upbraided, tilting over in ritual free fall
Deconstruction broadcast in speeches and songs,
from magnets’ opposing poles
Withering supply, flippant recourse,
there were days when the summation worked,
and future paths outstripped
the stunning cruelty from which they were laid
But the sun chafed the plastic smog,
an amorphous view guided its path,
the margins’ present retrograde was splayed
in shaken sand beneath its glass
Churning from the inside, the sight
of those who’ve lain in near constant
rippling tension, in fraying exhibition,
exploited, their plight across brazen wire
Meanwhile, in common margins alight,
mercurial shifts spontaneously contrived
gears aground, a combustible dawn breaks,
then collapses against itself
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