As a Hammering Stone

The moonlight shatters upon distilled rocks
Where we left our last argument
Adrift in the resemblance of time
Masters of indecision sharing indoctrinated ceremonies

Happily the vines of stolen trees
Sit and stir like a holiday
From time, from disclosure, from the brine
Where we found the park I wrote about, lovingly

Never to feel encouraged amongst the noise
Of sonic gestures and traffic
We were alien to each other
Statues that did not bend or carry meaning

Peaceable cities crash in cultural malnutrition
Present in the populace incisors
They meet their mentor as a door salesman
We will find our own worn independence

As it should be, as it always should have been
A matter of surfacing, adjudicating, where we were told not be
Born under the law of timorous enclosure, bold and injudicious
We will meet the market borders as a hammering stone