1 How to hit upon what matters
2 Weighing the grading, & how to parse
3 You lazy lackey — Thought
4 The Contrarian, where hid His hands
5 While rung the bell? Turner having
6 Fourteen fingers His ring is lost.
7 This is the season, my enemy,
8 Today we join and brag atop the Hill
9 Preferential Wine, no lighted haze
10 No dialect. Never just, a whirl of minds
11 My friend, same, today we bear
12 Down our standards — Have you cast
13 Out the inexorable? — Have you
14 Hatchet for this Wakers’ sleep?
15 In deference to the nightmare we bow
16 To God & listen to His Truth
17 Milking between curb & gutter
18 The cutting noon sun.
19 I’m lost inside the pulses, heavy
20 In their purposes, red or read
21 Mind left to Turner’s leech
22 Sullen skin peeling from His reach
23 Hands wringing, instead unready.