Tethered Oaks

under mass persuasion
there leaves a door-mark
for subconscious signatures
arriving at gates measured true
August frailty adjudicated like resting casts
under a family of near and tethered oaks
believing the tree to be alive
tresses you do not need
or have used for the mercy of saints
but instead let the wind tear you apart
before finding the path towards single parts
and then discovering a collected ointment of saints
too eager to express a downy falls
for rest and refrain forever
just like the measuring intended
finally at rest, finally under resting abscesses
adjoined rectified sobriety
wings of patterns that make names true