Secrets of Emphasis

Entry, to the lost arc
Where the pleasant wrinkles do not seem be lost
But still remain total, where fragrance
Is stunted, like a bowl of contention
And secret memoirs for cabinet meetings

Where we rehearse the only silk stone
That eclipsed the atrophy of my
Altered state of hand-rhythms and
Practiced journeyman trophies, like
Spades in the garden of your deceit;

Your forgiven lies by comparison
Of tulips in June ornery showers