The readjuster's come to town; warmth collapses into my body. I've got a shivering grin for the evanescent sun that's flown in, dropped by for a quick stint. A joke it is I'm laughing behind my own composite, He's tweaking me back into the lucid rut where I love to glide and grudge; the tangible flow of yet-to-be-set concrete, flashes of a bridge I knew, a bridge I could have been poured into- But I'm static evaporating frenetic indentured to his land of mirage fields that conceal deleterious metal and dissolute strands of the dirt over which I once had command.