flashes of stark raving vulnerability
pulse through my plastic view-finder
pulse through my plastic view-finder
face in warm sunlight, I see
delicate inter-twists of faith
weave through random frames,
delicate inter-twists of faith
weave through random frames,
someone touches me and they are
good god, oh, so beautiful
and my bumbling turbulent social intercourse
makes for good-hearted track laughter
all coming
makes for good-hearted track laughter
all coming
at the expense
of a tender outreach
of a tender outreach
this bird's existence
is no longer
the ugly butt of a beautiful joke
is no longer
the ugly butt of a beautiful joke
the click-click of the view-finder's whisper glimpse -
a future glow,
a future glow,
caterpillars and butterflies,
click click
my self
now reaching, making something
beautiful become of
my self
now reaching, making something
beautiful become of
click click
me






