LEAGUES BY INCHES

By some unborn perpetual,
I come undone on que.
When Hollow Is the Fiber
of an anointed ghost
And all flesh, at the angle
of descent. 
My Spiral is Concave. 
A typical Atypical, 
Typically thick
In the wings-
When the Sky
is not the Enemy
But merely a-
Want, that I
Lost.

By this much.