Cat cries.
Motorcycle roars.
Crow croaks on.
Jet tears sky,
Fathoms resound.
. . .
Even enforest from concrete and metal work, klaxons blurt emergency.
Once my heart grew strong with your love.
Now (is it heart, soul, mind?), it is ineffably stricken.
Its cry boundless, point snapped, object dissolved.
Not for your love I treasure.
Not for God I can't believe.
Not for control.
Not for control.
I ball my fist.
. . .
Even today, aimless in stifling Taconic mist,
I may mount a minor summit.
Peace alights instantly.
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