a memory unrested I could not wake
with all integrity settled in traces
of change I never gathered to mind
'til days began in shifts.
repeal of mood in dark and dusk
rolls in at first of dawn
and morbid intent is gone like
fire kindled under water.
by time the sun has made its rounds
and blue has dulled to gray
my thoughts in drought will flare until
next break in rifted days.
