pray, tell
There’s a pretty way to spell out
my long sentence.
If random luck holds out perhaps
The power, like lightening
stabbing down my stance,
I’ll light up dark dancing
X rayed in a cartoon.
Man, I’ll be lit up like a mantle
in a lantern soon.
Windfall clarity should scare me.
If I should flinch when I have by chance
An unscrambled avalanche
Doled out again as an hour old
Soulful pillow rain, I’ll miss when
The words come,
Spilling the spaces.
I ain’t nervous of naked undersurfaces.