another childhood night to mar some old synaptic wound

tomorrow waits in wounded night a childhood sin

to hold a wound at night in turn a ramming head

a wounded thing glows red in cinema’s synaptic gong

the old is old as in the nighttime mars an older wound

synaptic rafters rife with childhood nightly plastic

glowing red an orb unwound at night the planet mars

a wound the color twilight knocking on synapses taut

something seeing childhood staring back at night in red

a napping wound to mar adults awake in neighborhoods