That sure stillness
will dis-embody &
confirm it then –
in
our expected time
we’ll endure quiet
expectations
[look
to auld patterns &
how it played fore
in reprisals –
heed
foretokens] –
We’ll
claim time as ours
& fool immunity’s
grips –
I avow this
prize
[of stupidity
at least] – count all
those others gone
off – under ground