Like Lightening

Pray tell, There’s but maybe one pretty way to spell out
my long sentence?

”And Only The Dying Fronds To Protect Us” g.r.melvin

Pray, tell

There’s but maybe one pretty way to spell out

my long sentence?

If random luck holds out

The power, like lightning, stabs out

down my stance,

I’ll light up Dark dancing static

X Rayed, & loony like on a cartoon.

Man, I’ll be lit up like a mantle

in a lantern soon.

Windfall clarity

should scare me then.

If I should flinch when I have, by chance,

One unscrambled avalanche,

Doled out windfall clarity

As an hour O’ Soulful pillow rain.

It means

I’ll miss all this just when

The words come,

Spilling these all these spaces.&

I can’t be.

I ain’t nervous of naked undersurfaces

But another contender kind of kingdom-come be.