Brilliant comprehension…
Control the moon
Before extraction of the mind
Commences

Can the pull harmonize
With the lecture?
Will it be my killer
Or
My protector…

Drape these broken fences
Around the weary shoulders
Of my last days…
I’m not a martyr
Nor a saint
I’m not the savior
To rebind the frays…
Flaws patch the whole
In shabby chic gratitude
And allude
To primitive perfection.

The backyard
Holds the podium
Trapped… I do
Believe
Precision
Is
Exact

And comprehended.

Sing my song.
Show me
That what I defended was
Wrong…

I am only
But one…
I beg of you
To unleash the sun.

©Jen2010 9-22