Ashpark Criminals in the Night of the Sun

the gown of the moon’s squire coughs terribly
grappling with daisies and walnuts, protected hymns,
here the echo of the sheepish sound domesticates,
it does move to shore with the answer pausing –
so many rooms cover here losing day and flight;
remarkable trembling of the final night metastasizing
these do sterilize the smoking fate’s tree of life
hope in our valuables as daunted, elevated, trivalent,
and cratered like seeing scenes under blinding night,
night coexisting under the sun of day, soon remains