LET THERE BE …
Since words first fell
Into the void
White noise has swelled in
Over seven thousand tongues
It peaks and rolls
In never ending waves
Ordering you to come down here
And get fleshed out, manned up
Behind some cause
Making you all that you are not
A never-ending hall of mirrors
You will not trade hardship
For a loaf of bread
Perform a death-defying high wire act
To wow the world
Sell out to the highest bidder
For a circus wand
That opens some small hall of power
Turning on its axis
Each heartfelt cry is heard
And cut to disc
Engraved on hands which hold
Our bottled tears
You do not jump to order
But the line that
Your life threw down
Is there to be grasped
Where the talking stops
And the listening starts
As you pronounce
The unexpected
Let there be…
