the place between the lines

the superstitious sky ...

[i've a strong mind, but weak constitution
particle wave in the stir sipping
rationalized snakeoil

and i watch the sedge grass sharpen
shards of night,
pushed from pine to pavement,

the urban morass alive and buzzing
shades of neon
unpursed; my mind a juggernaut]

... tramples my clutched constitution