is to be better
only
a measure
of some hero’s depravity?
the last hope for
humility,
down, down
the drain-
absent 
and abstaining 
from restrained refrains
enigmatic 
in the static stance,
that at kinetic glance
is different-
that in longing looks,
cooks leathered memories 
and lingers lost,
inevitably.

wring what hope
been soaked
all unannounced-
bring all the
juvenile 
trials, and
betrayals 
to the fore front
and
denounce
all ill think
and sour thinking,
while redeeming 
the solvency thought
up
pristine