The spirit of the moment
is volcanic lava that’s needy speedy
for cooling, with all deliberate speed, for
it enflames, eviscerating, priority over any human calling
though true I am only human too, liken to you,
but the spirit, by its name, decidedly not,
when pervades/invades, my soul no
longer mine to keep but a vassal~
vessel moved by forces unseen,
but not disbelieved
when the moment is only near~nigh~now,
the spirit visits like a widow, but! a silent
uninvited guest, I see to the forecast,
see no drought, despite record heat,
and the pitch of fever repeats only
* complete! complete! complete!*
and there is no dispute, who
is tool who is master, the
word urgent unneeded,
contra~claims going
away, unheeded
for I am transfused to the moment,
diktat of the spirit dictates and
I to be his nothing-but-scribe,
a single purpose unconsoled,
repleting, now! now! now!