They enter your dreams
Force your face to the mirror
Then steal all your hope
They enter your dreams
Force your face to the mirror
Then steal all your hope
I think, given this headacheAn abrasion there, on an inky finger, both hard-earned
Zest and zeal in the palm of a humble hand
Awestruck there
The noise is different down here, though
Mad-dogs and hurricanes at your back
A inhumane society nipping at random achilles
Sleepless here
Damn
He never gave a damn
He never gave
He never
He
The puzzle pieces I knew I could fit together, if given a lifetime
Why will my fingers never fumble and finally find the picture of you
How big the whole of you, the hole left in me
Somewhere between rounding third
And sliding into home
I’m hamstringed
I stop
I fall
I decide
I’ll not be tagged
There in the middle-ground
Could I crawl back and recover?
Counting on my brother’s full count
His double
Sweet time
His home run hit
Sweet savior
Instead I stand again
A fool, for certain
A rocket gone awry, we’ll see
But to the delight of the crowd
I seek home
These ingredients
It is a new cup, a blessedly empty cup, staring at me
I thought I knew no thirst
There you stand, eyes upon me too
Teacher, mentor, friend
In full passion
Larger than life’s lessons, thus far
Red-hot tea kettle in one hand
Abundance in the other
And I, with great thirst, indeed, am ready to receive