still in a dream

Drag your lazy bones through the afternoon

in crumbling exile from the waking wind

that shakes the branches of imagined doom

and underlines the paralysis of sin

and when you try to reach out, try to speak

of unconditional choices you have made;

the ones you have already tried to keep

and others that in the earth have lain:

for when we alter that which is unknown

we stand to show the depth of the undertow.