There’s a Whole in Left Field

by animalworkss

True gifts are given without expectation-
The universe expects nothing of you,
So expect not a thing of the universe.
Though cold as the farthest reaches of space,
Where no one can hear you scream,
These conditions are ripe for the pickin’
If subterfuge would only dream;
Would only dare to nourish itself in full
Before opportunity frantically finds itself free
From this tangled web of fate we refuse to tend-
My friend, the time is nigh…

I’ve lain in wait for too long, now,
And the stench of what’s passed hangs thick
In embodying what is expected of me,
I will breathe as a tree
In my conversions,
I will be swift…

Copyright Keli Birchfield 2012