Chapters.

Breathe...

I tell myself to breathe...

And exhale,

Until feet first

I turn inside out,

Depositing bones in a saintly

heap.

Vespid culturine,

awakened by gentle drifting

On water free tide;

A dramatic divide occurs

B’twixt airy fluid and

Hoary ether, lastly a purchase

From which I hang and watch

Your scuppering  land with

No abode for cautious

Burrowing, and far too cold.

Lenten salvage rots but austere

Hands stay the whim

Of poverty and charity

Both...sardon mocks again

our fruitless suffering.

If capers caught me banded; branded

Likely as a marked divider sat

Chapter lastly and set to change

To introduce the next act.