there's something about a cracked head
awake in the night
that let's some kind of electricity
trickle
spark
2 a.m. and the words are striking
stepping through mind
no paper to spill on to
they arrive and shuffle away in to the darkness
sleep follows
words have danced me
worlds gleamed
somewhere
they continue
now
not to reach this electronic
theater
it seems
just
a dream
enjoyed
light
unasked for
She visits
She visits
She always visits
oh the candle
that is
this life
needs nothing
at all
no nothing at all
to gift Herself
so grateful
so blessed
so graced
Grace Herself
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