Striding along that zone of consciousness
Monochrome lights upon the mind’s jewel
She possessed none but a poor derelict name
For life of which it would serve such twirl
As the sodden angels lightly came.
Beneath the darkened angered eyes
She watched with recognition, such sublime
To face the animosities and liquid dreams
As she signed with heavy sorrow blind
That melts the canister into a gleam.
Possession of all such worldly things
A head held high would shatter trees
And lift the candle’s high-trussed flame
With all she had- a poor derelict name.