I lost my nonfaith underground, 
I should be writing this down.  
I try not to be credible.  Duly of course not sounded —  
I’m writing for one reason, to sound an alarm (like a big panic light), all 
stillness about to be torn down, the danger of rising temperatures; they did —  
We can’t always gather this way but we do.  
A new wilderness in words congers a wistful ecology, hum-vacuumed, cuddling  
escalations in remaining silent about verifiable devolvement.