Distractions and Costing Pools in the Light of Dust

Reframe the tempted bow
Allegro shorts on the bellicose costing pools
There is no stalling or patrimony on this
Splendid sorted porch light preposition

She is leaving us behind
Lost in the dirt of our own tool box
Like standing soldiers without sight
To understand She can see for all of us

Leave home, leave home, and do not return
Like broken shadow vases standing apart
The reticent mast-maker wishes for all tomorrows
But never to be part of the surprise of salt-given saints

Cruel indecision burrowed in our throats
The time is near to manifest Her presence
Like passerines after bread in the afternoon
Too taken in under the envelop of disposal

Wishes are not kept secrets, but shallow rooftops
Surrendering the forsaken cosmological wonder
That it lies in the dust is not its attraction
That it come before the rain ends, is only a distraction