Thunderbolt

Stirring at water's edge
Cold froth on my twig
My mind in whirls
Wanders around desire.

My mind in whirls
wanders around desire.

May I? Can I? Or have I too often craving miracles?
May I? Can I? Or have I too often craved miracles? Craving miracles?

No one imagines
the light shock I need
and I'll never know
from whose hands deeply humbled
dangerous gifts
as such to mine come.

May I? Should I? Or have I too often craving miracles?
May I? Can I? Or have I too often now, craved miracles? Craving miracles?

My romantic gene is dominant
and it hungers for union
universal intimacy
all embracing.

May I? Should I? Or have I too often craving miracles?
Should I? Could I Or have I too often craving miracles?

Craved.

Waves irregularly striking
wind stern in my face
thunderstorm come
scrape those barnacles
off me.

Should I? May I? Or have I too often now craved miracles?
May I? Or should I? Or have I too often...

All my body parts are one
as lightning hits my spine
sparkling
prime runs through me
revive my wish
inviolable.

Can I? Or Should I? Or have I too often now, craved miracles?
Can I? Or Should I? Or have I too often now, craving miracles?
Craving miracles.