The perfect metaphor
authorizes its signal, a whimsical
harmony sung in four parts
blended to elation, one message
in many voices. Insight
can delight from any perspective,
though I may strain
in falsetto
for a note just out of
reach – or
out of time.
When can a defeated shout
reside, a revelation weighed
down by a poet’s talent, or,
worse, fancy? We are both
best equipped and worst
suited to edit
ourselves
in a fervor just out of
control – or
out of time.
Often Mumbled Musings 