Hits and runs from
midnight suns.

Mining blinding 
thralls of oblivion.

Displacements 
misplacements

catch hell,
emblazons with death.

Shouting mad.
Deadbeat bad.

Jolts strafe
like howling wind 

wandering around
enshrined in its din. 

Aching to be free 
from brain pan

turns about wound
in play of hand.

Taunts the void
with murderous lulls.

That flood the drain
with love and pain.

Vigilantes of woe
overflow.

Like drinking 
in the sacred.

Miracle contextualities
reawakened.