Skies are alit A jittery grid That leans in pale grey Onto towering pillars Trying to build A cover for wilt So dreams neverberate Between the windows held ajar by Arduous arms The peccable ones They are crowbars in the sleet They are levers of defeat Noisy with light So goes the night They are crowbars in the sleet They are crowbars in the sleet The prayers that flee Up vertically They are levers of defeat They are levers of defeat