crescents like a waking diamond’s remorseful resilience

distressing contemporary Atropos in stanza holistics
like a dining factory out upon the streetlamp curves
curtailing the constabulary of rustic rhymes for heatwaves
stalling to take portraits of missing goats under cinder trees
where the wax-laden poured diamonds offer missing thoughts
in exchange for the vows of crescent timings with Reed’s Magic and Loss
paddle-stridden figures calling into a cavern sing the subconscious signature
a moment changes shape, unadorned like a monopoly on the saints of sorrow
the heraldry stirs its rumored strength into the song of the exiles