Wrapped in white,
I am the galloping pencil strokes
and jet ink
Bridled by stanza, rhythm, and diction
These are the tap tap taptaptap typings of salvation songs.
And as the Teacher speaks, so writes the sheep
In glittering masks of honesty
As Pollock splatters,
“This is the conversation I’ve always wanted to have
but never wanted to speak.”
Are you listening?;
There are six ways to hear,
Thousands to understand, and
moment of courage
to write it down.