Blink

The arrogance of open doors on condemned hinges
Discards all but a bite while unrest forms bruises
Seething, the flux bundled into innumerable rows
One before the next while another precedes the first
Two again after the last to complete things reversed

Collective, the self pattern cogent and changing
Between intent and desire, hunger and waiting
Embedded in the nexus with next time aims
Trailing wakes of past lovers, Damascus's shade
Filling corners with limestone and settling screws
Twisting down with repetition anchoring views
Still alight with the preformed refusal to admit:
To grasp the chance of beginning in a time
To grasp the chance of beginning in a place
Deeper investigation shows same for cessation
This unifying formation of networks and overlays
Biological pattern, consummate of cell and synapse

Perched on the bottommost rung in the kingdom
Inculcations beseech obedient obsolescence, annoyance 
Pages of patronizing print setting a precedent of blame
Malignancies maligned to curl ten digits and smother
For shame built into the understanding of good
As it contrasts to the uninhibited, errant un-good 
Yet that root unfolds a measure past evil, incomparable
Wends ambivalent through mud and doesn't speak loud
Another tramples over bodies - wastes sacred groves 
Extrapolations bound by tenuous external conceptions
Shouted haphazardly by a covenant of misanthropists 
Thankless and mottled and apoplectic and perturbed

Growing dense until light, switch to handstand for height
Here: when the last tree falls and the last breath
Is passed through a filter and then removed too
Transferred to a field within the last thinking mind
There nurtures a small seed and recurrent time