Here's another new one, a quick Sunday night/Monday morning cut-up.
leaning out on the edge
The spiraling roar of a miracle
tears through curtains of porcelain doubt
like a golden comet
shot through tattered lace.
The whirling spasm of ingenuity,
when caged
and tagged for future research,
crushes a lifetime of groans in a
single
violent
breath.
Life is a relay race
and the only thing that matters
is whether or not
you’re holding the baton.
