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.