Mantra After Mantra

A creche needs warmth what warmth 

Do you have to give what offering composes

Frets on the guitar what motion lies in

Wait in state do you possess replies intact 

Do you imbibe in sacramental shame

Are there blithering unkempt receding hairline

Fractures in your present tense tell me

Slowly or swiftly your innermost logic poised

To deflate deliberations one-pronged nascent 

Feathering the breast stroke inimitable 

Within the makeshift dowry cobbled together

Netting an indulgence heretofore unplanned

Though scoped out of a tremulous blue

Wilderness