Never yet the redeemer of our childhood
Repeats the encouragements figure across
The affording lived by I don’t know who.
The people in lasting lights of forges—
They of some power I cannot contain.
Installed in homes, broken-in form,
Filled by trick legacies of everyday.
Here’s the riddle of fortune full done.
The precision of what’s been seen
Encloses to stabilize mendacities.
Trials of hours, long debates between,
With whom we’re to compete, every minute for money.
Good length to make what the day
Its touch—so to time I’ll enable
The pleasure’s failures taken on me.Brian Gatz
