Gap

a Vault a
Catacomb surrounded
Chortle, fraught in ever-resonating
Wealth to drown, succumb
And bleach and marrow scratch
Each crack and scar to
Contemplate each vessel bound
to Break and fill, evaluate
Statisticize and scrutinize, refer,
Reorganize and column down
Remember, slow, and
Now?
Default to moment
Touch to burn and realize
Feel, exhale. Ah, this. This
Docile, tranquil, faulted schism,
A mask of purest damask spun
To wither all within, and
Spoil

Wick

As often, wailing softly,
Sighs through budding vines approach,
Enrobe, enliven, briskly snap
Intention on each stretch of
Sunlight sketched upon the bough.