The evening — the cold resilient
sweet evening is adrift
Listen! the muezzin
screams into corners
of himself. The sacrosanct
is camouflage. Believe
in the echo displacing convenient spaces
displaying stain glassed windows
folding on a dare.
Disk is distant,
it festers like moving frames
in the back-alleys of a Nice
I listened! to stained glass
breaking and delivered (its)
shrapnel as sacrifice.