I refuse to let life lose
make champions of each
form phase and flame
of slightest darkness I reach
out toward the broader
storm-quiet crash of here
as the taste of strangers' rage
no clarity but fear
this mould-made quater-sleep
when numbered invocations tear
lightened fabrics long-left yet
quick to kill all slumber fought-for
no peace in dreams of death
in a paradise of beasts and hordes
patterns bring the words you keep
no life exists like this, no soul, no leap