Conformist steeples
Summon but the reddest grey
On primrose intersections
As geometric white out flanks her fall
So this is the chapter
Of a buckle of carnelian
And you're becoming
Everything you say you hate
At your untimely death, dear
Don't you dare say that
These unmelodic sheets
Can't keep you warm
But you won't need
That first goodbye
Since Luna hums
Of rejected liberation
As we wait
For enraptured resignation
Of that interceptive whistle
Promise me you'll cry