I picked a fight

With God and lost

Track of the time

It took for me

To actually talk to him,

Face to face and

Yawning at the lateness

Of the hour. After

he had gone to bed and

HE had floated in

On feathered wings

And golden teeth,

Whispering outside

Of time and space – –

The recipe for the thing

I’d been looking for.

Salivating over truth

And breaking all the

Promises I made to

What I could see and

Touch, I wrote and read

And remembered what

Was said.