Monday, July 26, 2010

A Wall's Rattle

The clickety tocks of a clock,...
I find myself begging them to slow down
as I nudge them to speed up a nice notch.

I ask to see.
I ask to be.
I ask for a vision.
I ask to become.

For a fine vision, kindly drop in my lap
...and my grasp
a palette of certain colors and a layout of fine bristles
and maybe a little sight of heaven's window...

Some will say that is a bit much
to ask of our Sweet Mother
and Divine Father.
If I ask not, what can I utter.

I could always settle for a SLR.

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