an’ yeah,
it’s true,
your words got that lightnin’ flicker backin’
skitterin’
fingertip to emotionslip.
but you,
you ain’t got
the skills
you need
to bottle
the spark
flittin’
past.
so we get cryptological quality photographs,
screen captures,
broken copies
of what
you see.
and the world’ll change,
don’t worry,
I ain’t gonna let them tear you down.
post them copies,
keep at it.
You’ll learn.
I know.
I know what it’s like to be storm swelled
and nowhere to go.
bloated fist poundin’ against sol
i
d
w
a
l
l
s
I know.
But there ain’t worth in the givin’ up.
Ship shaken ‘n sloshed,
you just got to get them sea-legs in, kid.
Ain’t a storm that can sink you–
not with the lightin’ at your fingertips.
