Naval voices wake me up. 
It’s too embarrassing 

pulsing in a deep mirror, 
light rain to snow performing butoh. 

(Ethical and mammalian boundaries pertain.) 

I’ll put it this way and be done.
I misfiled my core principles, went 
for higher ones in baroque-neurotic dream. 

Any higher, they’re not talking ..
(there’s tighter discipline) 

Highly apéritif, 
morally camouflaged cold indirection. 
But our metabolism really took off, along 
with raw emotions from a huge palimpsest 
of no exposition, since 

it’s all of the above.