Tonight I rein, and I sing
I sing everything:

but of course I can’t rain a remembrance 
remind you of the causality of feeling

preposterous happening
with its porcupine fingertips

pricking you up the spine so you can’t walk
or brood over the thick…

I sang today, just for you
because I felt the night’s reign

I felt the night pouring on me
beating on my face with its torment

when all you can be blinded by
a tragic composition of seeing

deceptive form, running wild
with euphemistic murder