Been here all this time

Light

drips down

the window-well,

portends
a little peace.
Conflict

carries no
ID. No

flinching.

Parsing
my recklessness, 

I shave

every time
I swivel my
sight toward 

the window. 

My hope-

sprinkled

projects gorge.

Gelatinous
cage-lining.

My just
desserts,
deserting me.