Time Again

Faces of broken men Reflected on the sides Of soft tin cups; Grinning with wild Electric eyes Lined with Ruined vanity.

We stand in dark Protected spaces Limits forgotten Riding the surging tides Strangely calm; Wet from Savage seas.

The air is thick with memory Hung like lanterns on The black arms of high trees; Caught like bees in amber In the whirling blades Etch eager machines; Spinning round like Toy tops.

The sky a fading Steel-eyed blue; Moths sigh In the darkening air; Forgiveness beseeches Nearby Grace forgotten?