When the lines broke;
when my water; broke.
And in the siren’s howling sentence
there was peace, for a time.
became part of
aspect of the golden sun,
copulating with the energies
of transformation & induction.
While the cool, stoic icy blast
of a northern segregation casts
her deep black shadow. Casts her
abysmal flat fucking shadow
down into the well from which
my heart-deceased, ceased to sing.