The mulish discipline of the uncaged sun freedoms.
A hazardous might of possible lugubrious fevers.
If dreamed, it sings like tinnitus and round a carousel
You go gaily, brightly you go round and about again
Until it turns nightmarish: on the back
Of every rocking horse, it’s you enacted
At varying stages of life. A peal of blithe laughter pierce
And zooms past trailing with echoes, a careworn horse
In tow―statuary grief which quickly exasperates eyed,
The now hoary…