Lower case.

Lowercase glare from the diamond glass 

The constant change in threaded train lines 

the stage set for trancing electorates

braced for the rain that Never came.
Awaiting red and ohm presences  

the straight and narrow Leave 

Whilst there’s still an Effervescent 

orange posted light.
The sycamore that Rotate and chase 

chain pulling jumpers hiding 

Amongst the sleepers.
Your language is not so different to mine

As thinning vales of melting maids 

Pout One for their lectern moment 

on screen thirteen.