5 Poems: Vestiges_03: Mimesis

"How the layers of the present seem to cover us"     

Vestiges_03: Mimesis at Black Sun Lit

from The last hour of the longest day

How morning would set us down    in hew of lacustrine cloud    out of a sensation of terror    
hued lavender and black    freezing in the air    of the question’s behest

How we would in this undertaking    dire designees of the past’s immediate deriving     in this 
motion and immensity    as-yet-un-fated    admit of a wild disorder   

How justice does not await an argument