Confronted by the stern sign of the stars
Their intractable blaring shining
Eric rode a red animal
To the reservoir. His friend
Was the reservoir. He
Referred to rope-lights
In a strained bunch
As if at
No point
Tomb

Tune
Pawn nail
At infant ands
Strengthened inside
Lights grope to remove
His friend, the reservoir,
A red animal, a growp
A grow-up, told him “Eric, hold
My hair and you won’t fall when I go
Fast as the all-cold signs of the all-cold stars.”