the lone electron 

becomes something new:

my dance partner

is

from

above

i

don't

care

if

that's

cool

or 

not.

not when

it enfolds me

like a river of lightening

and moistens my toes.

not when

i'm stumbling drunk in Christ.

 

the photon that found me

is all around me.

made my ray the P - RAY

(oop!)

and lifted everything

into a higher state of praise.

​

they say crime pays,

and sway a knife graze

on a jedi knight's lightsaber...

i say, "Light raise,"

cause it do.

my grammar bend time

from the speed it fly thru.

welp

uncool as plasma can get.

uncool

as

the grass-pulling last draft pick.

 

a state of mind unbound?

Now that's SOUND.

 

knock,

get to the wine,

the lift hits,

emits then shifts all down thru the spine.

 

i sat there

in the sun

and remembered earlier stars

as an act of love.

​

before all these songs

were written.

​

a contagion of grief 

got burned in the ceasefire

​

survey says

​

the black sheep's

birthday suit

is primed for warmth

from heaven.

 

come thru, heaven;

with them bright visions, too.