DECEMBER 3

Coherence fretting yet still,
benched and chilly clamoring
for greatness and legitimacy
concerning varied arrogations,
jittery and weary both
and things are maybe
too much.

Sun bearing down, heralded
loudly and again and soon
the clamor and the light
is become forcane past jilted
causality.

Affect as overload arrives.
Senses run ragged, full dealings
with the scheduled bleating
arrival of journey and
other
times, other things
privy to catechismal narration
seen unseen etc
and all just– here.