sky off the sill of opportunity we stole had the flat awakeness of too much black tea. unseen at lauds and silent flush against the wall we followed our ivy, free to roughly crawl, to clasp ourselves unfree, to become as whispered syntax tangled up like like like pilgrims edging towards, lest they profane the coming blush of dawn. how can i name you in the passage? when all distinctions fall, we alternating prayer and effect alternating son and babe we kept our masks at hand in case our brothers called