When every brick crumbles
the rubble
will persist
as ceaseless
rain's gathering hands reclaimed
palms and the thrum
within veins pleading
rills rise
to a carved
gaze every openness
birth blood confessions
never were
our own but glints
upon drops cleaving
to a window pane a faint
lustre beyond damp walls falters
a step follows
a step up to a door
circles below
the street lights reach
and their reach pales
under a clearing moon
