Quench quench wanhopes ?
oh holy night –
 
dispossessed of day,
where elementals stray
 
cannot in itself
destroy or complete
 
near shades of extortion
where sorrows meet.
 
Timeless rallies
buck & careen
 
cavort with terror
like an arsenal for freedom?
 
Old weapons reload
propriate the sky
 
a cog wheel floods 
swoons, burbles - outrides!
 
Bloody-minded
makes mudhole
 
to bathe in its tub –
forswear and defy.
 
Lost children still lie
majestically in wait - 

for pervasions
tipping thunderbolts

to spasmodically 
dissipate.
 
As sorrow aches
to trust 
 
and anguish turns
to lust.