July might be a fragile light that swept May and June 'under the carpet' the knight of nights, the night
  nigh to its next refrain a horse calling the passage

   recalling the dream hotel talking to the group and remembering always someone calling you back

is that a  fair where the punctuation ends? the longing be'gins the start and pagination of roar?

  a body wondering for her lover,                                       w  o n       dering for her lover,