then again

a half turn, a revolt – a returning..
to where i stepped heavily, & we broke
ashore that night
furrowed an‘ weary, dear and
my heart spake softly
while soundly we slew a century‘s half-truths
wasted words of our youth – words so dreary
at daybreak just, a font remained
of only those unsettled verses
misbegotten, and those cocksure voices
too brusque for misinterpretation…