Like rupturing Vladimir piano keys
it spills out, down:shot
past the darkened walls muted by lichen
and is the exclamation
point of my tope.


Ramshackle and noble
through the broken chords
strung to hold my safety together,
this given courses
spewing, beating, melding
the beauty
as random and ratioed breaks in clouds
can return jewels to earth in rainbows.


What point anger?
At what sight laughter?
Love pours out as water
from my exigent font.