left lying on the floor
where dropped
in route to somewhere other
turned it’s aspect
apart from and
saintly away
the moment smells of sweat
lying unrested
wearing a buckle attached
tight to a belt,
fastened loose, but
for safe keeping
left lying on the floor
where dropped, dark
brown, augments worn and pale planks
obfuscating
a vision, past, present
a moment varied
– Hoc Scripsi
the platitudes of willful resemblance 
say something