You’re Born to Hit the Wall
Stages of you...
~*~
Bequeath a truth they won’t forget...
The wind blows hard, the darkened night,
Scavenging for food, avoiding the light...
In our wokeness,
may we enjoy life...
Life is a guitar, a singing man
stretching like a crack...
It bears Four secret names.
Three appear...
When the moon is the only sound, I hear.
Can the sun and stars fill the empty in me...
I don’t need the room, to make me pertinent.
The straight jacket of public opinion...
Every time you deny the truth,
every time you persuade yourself...
The truth of scripture is this:
you were never meant...
Scrolling through the shouting
Everybody drawing lines...
Oh name
a field of endless contest...