Too much detail confuses.
Is it a gargoyle?
Is it Thomas Hardy
very, very high?
It is a lith,
a word that does not mean relaxing,
a deed the mason commits
in rain
with what he believes he dreams;
a form of dread
we ask to see again
for our own sake.

Rain is always coming,
an act of obscurity.
From a distance
it strokes the gargoyle.
He surfaces
and drowns.
He has no hands.
Give him yours.