Consigned Recess

A sleep-walking griever,

Doing  the aftermath of a lost war

A long waiting
from any defensive borders

Under a mundane scrutiny
of regained trials

Pushed back and forth,
inside the engraved sunset horizon

by a sinister wave in an inescapable tidal bore

lying under a reversed precipice.

A loss always comes undone

Displaying  the same physical symmetry

whose silver chains keep your healings in place

Harboring a deserved rest in peace.