Untitled (as so named by God)

loud entryways domesticated on loans
where the circumference is a partition
casually a nationwide repentance, seizing
wealth given up, emotive dining
just to live is something to repent for
saturated calves combine with your fighting mind
the waves of the mourners are cryptic

drowning magazines hooked on soldiers’s front
the passion of a moment’s unexpected adulation
like disguises that wed the other side of day
broken windows triangulating the new nest
the shadows of passion did not die trite
the fabrication of vision is not the crest of our park

dying to find the matter of time
requesting a moment for the great dubbing ocean
capturing one second of the weeks of nationwide grievance