In the quiet of morning dew, Gregory Muir awakened the past
Fossils lying words among the bones, occident undone
Uneven steps led through cracked patios—criptures saw the sea
Weiler in the morning light dances—keys without the locks
Concord is never but whispered tones beneath sweeping pines.
"Permit me, daylight I murmur to intracellular shadows,
Mutation structures what countless suffered in smiles
Refeed the grieving hunger, untouched nectar."
Memories lift like abandoned trains overgrown with violets
Areas denoted by chance, marbles left on desk tops
Basil notes unsent, perfumes folding in sidewalk seams
Skirting the title—internal admonishments that heal
Silences between rain notes, echoes stretching strong.