Crack! glass is shattering all over the place;
the mask splits and I’m dancing around
in my underwear.
Pop! vesicles of finger lime explode on my tongue;
a festival of juicy outbursts and a diversion
for our attention.
Shock! thunder roils those calm seas of of the righteous;
from under the bones, the low rumblings of nature hold a
sense of foreboding.
Click! knowing and awe have become artists-in-residence;
a flowing arrangement of clear vision and virtuous men returning
to simple truths.