Dim set eyes in a long corridor of light
blanked by wide looks
they don't dare glance back at
frames that wink at oncoming cars
the gilt-edged sword of the tongue
moving and moving
clumps of labial clouds
over the sparkling trailer park
where I run in from broken woods
for handmade structures that glint to my limbs
seething sinews of invisible strength
the heartache of gains in blood
sternly deposited
and the howling inside that
history does not express
failing to wander.