IMPROVISATION#127
REMAINS

You think though
we were cut off from history
or commentary
we would lose in a score
at a local field of colors
like Joseph in a pit,
but a poet in solitude
always has mirrors
in our hallway's lore
to shield us from our moods
to support our influences
over the long corridors
in a court of suffering
to deposit the augmented
lore into notes
at our vocal lines
of mentored sequences
in fallout from quotes
heard from our local fences.