Come on now
pale slit
of fugitive sun—what's say you and I
first take a deep
breath to widen-
out—make the leap
and both
finally
emphatically—come-out together;
no longer cloaked
simply—in our crescent intent
to litter
the landscape
(which seems now—I know
to be sloping
up everywhere
endlessly
toward us)
with polite
sorts of that sanguine
and glittering kind
of recondite
indirect candor—
we've each
in the past
been so criminally-
well-known for;
let's declare together
with a clear
bit more transparency today
our honest intentions
to start openly
wringing—however violently
a couple measly drops
of this—immeasurable spring
water! righteously out
from these frozen
archaic
and erstwhile-domineering
old structures—
as they hemorrhage
obliquely away.
