Epiphany

Unconscious soul drumming,
Into the way she felt:
Like advance without the tapping
Stopping talking motion carry,
To an audience without clapping,
Call without my dial,
Perspex shadow while.

She passed into dryness,
Aloofness sombre
Terms of nostalgia,
In turn with solipsism
Down the street,
Song of solitary,
Where she wraps the beat.

And there, wear tears
Behind the rhythm.

Nothing is so consolable,
As memory, to take back,
Neologism subsidiary,
In lyrics worth knowing,
In another outspoken bright,
Radiant path full
Of city flings, sonnet light.

Dismal till the other turn,
Of song in stomach
Scene senses of light,
Feeling down past through
Gentle last poetic
Epiphany over you.