“Broken man breaking in / open secrets no one /
since my beginning met / your end has yet gone on / scratched record as having // ever spoken, no…”

“Hail, O Geometer! Flowering / beauty grows, his good / looks are mirrored in / the eyes of all / around him, shields bent / to let in heaven’s / reflection…”

“Believing in your love is a risk. To / make whole our broken heaven from what we / stole of their crippling abyss—to keep our / pledge…”

“Whatever’s said in this room stays / sacred, refuses to change its take, / won’t be taken the way pictures / words paint bleed vivid drip, spill secrets…”

“Easy promises weakening knees, / Venus in her need to be seen means / each weekend she feeds on fiends not one / compromise can keep from eating…”