Rev Engine elation

I genuflect, as in worship,
to my faithful mask

the god outside says,
   listen, bide, time cannot
   shellack the purple-black
   morning's three-tone murk.

wariness is a holey mess
glorious porous mine
silver vein pumps grayish rains
onto ignoble my arm

to fight, to delight
in exuberant ice, just
a minute away from the
exit's red glower