All the Days

And I will dwell as leaves crinkle close to

Midnight's swan song the imaginative 

Sangfroid blur near the shrill mind

Sharpness in the dim wing light

Held in abeyance as I swift kick

Semi opulence in the flat shins accustomed

To the dance astride acquired innocence

Impending the advance adornment

In division problems sorted blank

As white speed in the trill of

Intonation premising long tones close

To whole as cinders blink aloud and

Overboard