dragon crane

How cold can man
  strut,
   can spit harden,
     can acts must,
god a thing he can't do
or is it me, what,
what have I to say
in tips stasis under happy her
he wrote,

'who no longer can be at ease'

the muse (the jailed Musa
pulling me by the collar
we fought)

to stay as the brother here
being frozen where
the feet grows grass
this
pointing by emoting
                                 this
prayer seldom I
               can allow myself
be seen
the making of a core
over arch no longer
moving wide some dragging crane

he is to be put to good use