what legions hull rest fire me in the dark
whose voice commands a test for love
what love defends dishonor as a trust inside the spark
of your mind.
Of your hand.
I am leading my cane
into the trash
to find the key to your affections
if I remember right,
are steeled inside the colored light
that I drew over the dark corner of your bedroom
when we met.
they still gloom there
inside a factory
I am wielding