unterWegs: enAttendant St.Pat...

where was th doorway
to this perfect world?
am i at fault
for arriving asleep?

who do i thank
and who do i blame
now that th devil
joins god as he weeps?

night like a vault
over clouds like a grid
& proud scars of pine boughs
that will not be hid

restless redeemers
conspire salvation
lighting th fuse
for th good of all nations

-while sleepwalking lovers
follow their itch
slow-loping seekers
wallow & twitch...