laughture

post-dawn selection 
a seated not yet 
passers by and the time 
time! ye fickle hearted basta, 

mixing minute secundis with a 
flake of our home zone 
and the nerves are un 
settle(ment), for sure is the linearity 

of a crime well took 
from the promised fortune 
of whenever over whenever 
while whomsoever 
shivers in the rhymeless wings 

unlike the shaking of the wiser sage 
crinkled eyes shade a chuckle 
at the impolitic moment 
when the cost of what's next 
became a dial on the numberless frame