How do you explain
the charismatic refrain
in which you contain
the hopelessly mundane?

When does the making
of habitual breaking
insinuate taking
from hands that are shaking?

How would it be known
if it can never be shown
that a seed believed sewn
escaped in winds blown?

When must you concede
that a thought is a deed
and all things do lead
to a choice to succeed?


Copyright: Brian Pellerino 2006