Hapless poetry 9

Breathing that same recycled air,
Stiffly shifting... coalescing in neither
Hymn nor drone--

Neither flake nor stone
Shall fly from this enclave--
Neither softly grating, softly canvasing,
Neither flitting despondently
In concert from hem nor bone.

Neither erased; neither falling--
Suddenly shaped, enveloping
Garret eyes--wide and callow,

Softly stratifying, gently preening
Sanguine hallows, discarded shadows--
Neither weaning--

Neither shaking, nor trembling:
A carousel, like hands in a stream.

A weaving, interleaving mesh--
Foreign. Like the arms of a dream
Caressing oppressively.