the theft

of the bell by pirates
and its subsequent removal
from the ancient ruin

great gusts gall to bernard
wish-faced in the dimming
and brightening imple
looking tongue-tied
at stars inborn
with many single
and sobering philosophies
their spicy drugs
seasoning the mystery
of incarnation
absinthe and honey
becoming
air fire water
and hearth
even the very still
are wandering
living done
as in the weathering
of a great stone
until it weirds the promontory
that comalgum of notes
burnished unto pun