nocturne

a very ancient intrinsic
beating back the polymaths with
existential sticks
while in the basement we broke bread
far from prying eyes
of those with chondrules on their breath
and Poseidon’s earthquakes on their minds
from the bottled and blacklisted
of energy’s warped
transformations
and fashioned us a gnomon which would
cast without the sun

while we still whisper
to the moon in
secret teratoma tongues