The door ajar
Leaking time again
Casked and banked
Before the sabotage
And breathless we ache
Dizzied and amused
By the horse-rattled
Make-up cart
Drifting through
Wakefulness
Jacobean matresses
Folding in unison
Straining the stains
Of fours years and a day
As the onlooker gestures
And life splits life
Like axe on ice
Or atoms spliced
To fuse mankind
Into a jellied feeling
Dribbling pointlessly
Until morning