The Once and Future Dayspring

III.

To go with the team,
that is the charge and privilege
of the modern gladiator.

To make murder
mercurial, to wring out time
and bottle it.

To surprise
with freshly-caught calculations
in canopy shadow.

To repurpose
my neuroses, drenched
in deep-sea music.

To pluck
the hunter's bow and hear
laughing.

To continue
the poem viciously cycling,
until rest rents you.

To delight
fingers for dance and eyes
for devour.

To forge
a funneling crater deep
into throbbing skull.

To gain
velocity, intensity, ferocity,
in installments of blunders.

To lose
no what, no why, but who,
and what reason to quit?

Dayspring—

To never wasting,
relenting or turning around.
To go ahead, instead.