... the rookie burns on the outside, his few credits were adamance /  squelching any dramaturgy from adolescent apostacy, lost wealth or reactionable preconditions 

/ yet missing the hard-to-forge signals of the older man’s hold. 
 
Is that how you see yourself?  
 
— your idea of daylight  
every day becoming ordinary knowledge  
of parallel ebullience  
 
                                waiting to wake up  
half in sleep:  
steadfast in geometry to grant the horizon an horizon, the whole body.