The intent of a rising sun
encourages the impatience
out of night. From the abyss
of dreams we are renewed, like
ribbons unraveling while lifted
from the floor. A part of us
protests, exciting the brimstone
from and anxious song we hum
while putting on ragged jeans
a chain and a cross. Tattoos tell a
story. Cold water starts the flow
of steps. Coffee feeds the blood.
Roger Singer 