forgotten, crowded, lights of emancipation

we did not deter the room
subdued from the light
of the clearing, apologizing
like a gleaming valet de chambre
now suppressed where light
confronts the day’s stolid stature
and manumission notes, drifting

consolidating the felled olive trees
where neither compass or weight
troubles a country or state magnetosphere
doula rye and carbonated harbors, waiting
kindness alleviated like a lost literacy
all turned with carabiner statespin sisto tissue
here is the light we are used to highlighting