And resolve buckles again, under the weight of a restless black ocean,

Waves and riptides where fabric castle are meant to stand;
Darling devils like migrant birds come home to roost and rear nestlings.
I rise, and build this house of cards anew,
A shakeyhanded Daedalus pulling a tower from the deck.
I pray these sticky sweet dreams can keep the waters calm tonight,
Worship a thermonuclear lighthouse,
Prostrate myself, penitent at port.
As an apparition, faintly in two places at once.
But, while daylight blesses me,
I must steady myself, sturdy as marble,
And knead my hands in the dirt to prepare the new garden.