deer-hair song

a harvest of sold songs tempering displaced conversation
pastime annuity foraged like clumsy limbs from tired oak
feeling the amateur golden glass of passion and sold ink
festive fetal position flower buds like a canary cradle
tunes of placed salutary forks of almighty cinder reefs
never to be combined with the lawyer of deer-hair songs
footsteps towing boundaries like masks of God waiting

in defense of sufficient love or hampered jolting tides
gladness and delight stealing naturally divided light
contracts with Earth to only face so many terrors
where you did suppose verse like manufactured scale
calling you the light talking me to home without fear
never did we cast transitive paper bravery too sped
present night’s legal separation of fruit from deeds