amidst this company of billowed ghosts

the echo bed of swollen heads belies

a gory hail of  rain chined inspiration

for my chiselled host and

hides cathedral vaulted cuts

of the deepest time

where darkness sparks

in resonant rhyme

and breath affords a gaudy boast

yet dies upon the budding lime

belly crawled while underneath

the aven’s insolent draught

or razor sliced upon it’s cusp

of undesired attraction

no hiding place from sightless haste

or haven in forsaken sound

for once your light extinguishes

that fear which breeds in ageless seams

wont presume yourself invisible

while in the company of billowed ghosts