With life yet overturned and crossed,
With single exposures to divided clouds,
Then for radiance to speak of loss,
“Daunted life in situated crowds,
Bending with eyes to distant feet
For submission, presented to mouths.”
A voice collected itself upon the street,
Holding a heart open with matched blood
To the conceiving love brought in, discreet.
As hair falls to match the flood
Of footsteps in march for dividends
While music airs in hearts that stood.
What a woman whose sight soon ends,
What a man whose heart finds old signs
As pleasure churns for signals to send
Beats of a pulse with connections to blind
A way for which sensations sign
Strict devotion on the dotted line.