‎"upward behind the onstreaming it mooned."

I only want what is mine to claim
peaceful hours of nightly dignity
and a score of books to tame.
I will make ruins of this dead city
to burn the distractions away.
...deaf to hear the heartless pulse -
red lights - people who won't stay
carrying messages with no remorse
death will shunt out the headless
who wear blinders of a racing horse.
I, a crack, lightening the morphing sky
untangling knots throughout distress
between endless sips of lye.