uncritical doubt of morn’

Good morn’ to the trauma circles of (re)stilled debt
like a flyer’s mask under the winded cushion
un-protruding and unannounced, villainous in
its discourse, intrepid in its cast iron doubt
like feathered lakes in place of a landing,
they come from far off to be there, hoping,
scattered defendants seize the asphalt deterrence
like camels on the runway and cigars in the nests,
hammered pottery, where once stood a mountain,
dreams in elliptical seasons of uncritical doubt