In single rhythm
solace drums dark,
in gaiety…raps
heady malts,
electric aires,
pines long needles,
Serah’, Serah’.

Threading solace
Archemides heel,
pulleys fail,
silver pours lead,
wood not paste.

Carpe noctem,
the clever hands
swallow it whole,

In the pillbox,
a crackling newborn
ceremony, ritual, promise…
traces of a cause.

Must stumble forward – step,
to ambiguities’ fold,
in the shuffle of shells.