Temperate regions stalled in freedom

a compass rose spreads liberation
across the gully sands of empirical
sláinte scheduled for a cartwheel
son et lumière under grass curtains
lost sands and tempered journals
appeasing the broken prince of asphalt;
the show is the percentage of liberation
the marches in homes and revelries
like last match boxes found in the home
of lost acquaintances exerting a fly’s momentum
performing a fruit fly’s sacred resemblance