There is no Edmonton serpentine understanding

against a statutory wall, an embrace where door-knots did not travel
there is patagium of fareway thoughts that crystalize and cement
where they land on the documented foment of stimming thoughts

where no vocalic dream did entice drifting marriages left along porch lights
it is here where reading glasses become vespers and corniculate charming echoes
stamped in town along the grass of the university strapped windows

give your dreams over to me, where we did not meet or counter arguments
nocturnal voices document the fareway straights like a light for breathing
no interpretation will untie me until you have sourced your favorite stoical memory