You could ask any one of them up by the lake
It had presence

Fold of coldness folded over cold

The rumors of what was beyond
mostly worthless

You had to take into account who was telling
the story and

for whose ends

Against the dark of her intuition
an unrelenting stream

of light starting to set like cement

some mildew tingeing the dream since

its uniform had not been
properly kept

Where her love stood

until he stepped behind the overhang
the synesthesia of his name

a silver helmet ringing
when struck