Ivied
visions trespass
Upon
the venial
Dispositions
Held
beneath
The
melody finds me
And
repeats
Again
and again
Yet
never
Grows
Stale
Florets
and anthers
Overtake
the venal
Growth
Of
vines
Connecting
through
That
song, this canticle
Years
since first stir,
Continues
its Anthema
Still
