A Wave With No Name

To be conversant w/the tides
as the requisite desire

sense of motion

Love in her silken armor
as light as dark-
ness

The voice-over could be wrong
in its spiral (downward)
carved from an apparition speaking thusly

A heart that is no longer in compliance with
the regulatory guidelines
                                                                as the wind is
                                                                in time (with us)

That place we have gone to
going to as well
                              a bird then as punctuation
to be told in three shapes
              its substance & accumulations

& this is light to shed

Desire is its homage