DECEMBER 8

Dimmed forms of others
limited here to hesitant expectation,
the distraction of divine
Belovèds, necks and being
traced by tracks and machineries
in Orphic solemn weighty-toned
voices,

calling departed, gathering
into itself: diaphanous greeneries,
grey-cast of stolid presence
as of coherence and effusive
reveries

moving towards a gradual being
in weeks and other such divisions
elegiac, rallied to truth, daily
successes for conversations
mirror'd.
Smile now and sillily come
thusly, steal away from poetry
and imaginations proffered
and lived in vain (I raise my hand!)