László Reynolds - Stronger the Coil

You are
What you
Were when
You learned the
Mother tongue
The uncommon rituals

No light
Broke through
For crude
Interpretations
From those
Wide and
Naive eyes
Of mine

This I
Let define me
For an austere age
My jig
Sang a
Sibilant
Sombre chain rattle

The current passing away
An emerging force
Pursued you
From beyond
The shroud
Of the storied rift