Era of Stolen Winter Clay When the Water is Dreaming

There are rural fountains by the lakeside
screaming into the destiny of harpsichord angels
they have not come for your jewelry
your stapled winter coats

Symbiosis of part travelers
restoration of the nomad’s secrets stolen
hands shaking with half plagiarized gold
faucets in their dreaming of our sacred scolding

Danger to the perceived era of clay
adjudications of cross-bearing scoundrels
for now I will take my jewelry
my half-plagiarized gold
a sorted life into the crying empty bolts

Rendered for estranged water
And ironed for the fabricated dress rehearsed soul