tom taylor - halogen lute

halogen lute

crowds of mountains of tables of manifestations of
a precise drawing of a gun carriage in the back seat
and a causeway out into the water cars not returning
passenger who wants a ride home could also be me

mixing the times of what’s dreamed & what’s not
in this sleep centuries passing underfoot like this act
a fashion in control of the monuments arriving darts
hear your own passion from a distance the crowds

arriviste non declamore finished at the end of time
the wine all gone, the tables eventually returned to
howsomever undefined retains the welter of the young
in their distances met at the seed of rhyme and flavor