Knew there to be
Barracks between
Honeysuckle, loot
Stuffed periclymenum
In ordered mines—
No record streak
On cotton cloth,
What did the cries
Do against scarph
Elm, transverse
Frame, hull stern
To dodge striated
Wind, a loosing
From capture, an
Exile that mocks
Ashes, knowing well
To build anything
From original
Terror needs some-
Thing like and not
Like stone, a cupped
Density moved
In frantic circles.