another well.

there's something seldom about
how the words come sideways
how they go here
and not here,

or balky

or just gush out.

what is all this fierceness about writing ... 

it is only the passionate must
as the mind meets heart,
and the relentless, pounding, 

come hither

always on the edge of epiphany

tonight it's nothin but stars up there
and yet there's thunder rumbling all around
alleluia on that
songs spring from somewhere in the night
that hold a message when i wake if i'm listenin
more alleluia

livin this life may be less than a soulbreath
but it all comes in either seconds or eternities
merciful alleluia
and most thoughts are streams that current by
with less than a minnow to show for all the fishin
alleluia, alleluia anyway